I went to the range tonight, despite this damn cold.  The range I usually go to is the one at Bass Pro Shops in Grapevine.  Because of safety concerns they can’t connect the range to the store’s heating and cooling system.  Instead, they have large fans pulling in outside air and filtering it before sending it back out.  Once a month or so they replace the filters, which makes the inner door nearly impossible to open (the range has an “airlock” to isolate the people outside from noise and contamination; the range is built so that air is pulled in, but the inner door opens out).  I mention all this to point out that my entire range session was spent in a 40F room with an annoying draft (I suspect that the range qualifies for a windchill reading).  Of course, if it were summer I’d be complaining about the heat.  I went in there one day last summer when it was 99F outside and I thought I was going to die.  I spent half the time cleaning my shooting glasses because they kept fogging.

As a public service I should let people know that applying Carmex while chewing Orbit gum is a dangerous experience (yeah, I know you’re not supposed to get it in your mouth, but sometimes you forget and lick your lips).

Listening to Mozart’s Requiem right now.  I think that my favorite movements are Dies Irae and Confutatis.  Maybe.  I have a hard time choosing.  I’ve been known to put the whole thing on repeat for a couple of hours.

Final note: Still under viral attack.  Considering calling in heavy weapons (Nyquil).