Holy crap, it’s cold. Yeah, I know it’s December, but damn. Thursday we accumulated about 1/4 inch worth or ice that knocked out power first to the house and then to the office, so I spent the day looking for trees blocking the road. Watching the transformer blow up outside the office was interesting, though. As usual, weather forecasters were baffled by southern winter weather predictions and smugly claimed that we wouldn’t get any ice the day before, then acted like they knew it was coming all along. I usually plan on the opposite of whatever the prediction is during the winter.
Coming up this week, firearms qualifications! Joy. All week out at the range, freezing my butt off in the morning, listening to people who should have been practicing complain about not being able to shoot. One would think that if you knew your job depended on being able to perform one action, you’d practice. Not so, apparently. And who will they blame when they can’t qualify? Me, of course. Let’s see how many of the 90 pass.
Well. At least I get Friday off for Christmas. Speaking of Christmas, this is the first one where I’ve had money to buy presents for the family.