My Mother is in the hospital. Pops is also due for a knee replacement.
So as of later, if I haven't been slinging guns across the counter, or sitting at the local regional trauma center, this has been my office view.
|Some things never change|
So yeah, sorry blogging has been non existent. I've got a cool battle belt article I've been playing with as a compliment to what Pudge wrote but haven't had the motivation to put fingers to keys.
But hey, the Braves are seven games up in the East. And I bought a Mossberg 835 in the hopeful thought that may next spring I'll venture out after the ever elusive gobble squatch.
As previously mentioned, I'm not the most religious fellow; but, for my readers who are strong in their walk, I'd appreciate prayers for my Mother.