OK, it’s only subzero here if you use the Centigrade scale; in good old American Fahrenheit it’s been up to 16º or so (about -9ºC). Since the wind is calm and the sun is shining, it’s a warm cold, which we appreciated when shoveling.
Small Dog MkII, conversely, stood in the door shivering and giving us that, “Hey, I put up with a lot from my trained feeder ape, but this is ridiculous,” look. We resigned ourselves to a puddle of poodle piddle, and perhaps a petite pile of poodle poop, on the kitchen floor.
The flying squirrels are back. Hearing one in the eaves a couple of weeks ago, we went through the early Kubler-Ross stages (with a heavy focus on denial). But shoveling the walk, we saw proof — squirrel tracks that began about thirty feet away from the house, and then scampered to a tree. One supposes we could jacklight them (really, blacklight them with the PEQ-2), but rather than explain to the gendarmes why the quiet Smalltown night is being punctuated by muzzle blast, we’ll ring the exterminators in the morning. They don’t actually kill the flying squirrels — they kill the deer mice, which the flying squirrels eat. Then the squirrels decamp to some neighbor’s house and eat his deer mice. It’s doom for the mice one way or another; a mouse is Atlas, bearing the whole food chain on his shoulders. Or it’s a protection racket and the exterminators and flying squirrels are in on it together.
After shoveling, Your Humble Blogger was hungry. Time to expend some of the leftover pre-Christmas 24-hour-sauce with some Trader Joe’s cheese ravioli and plenty of leftover meat, and it was good.
We’re not sure what this week portends. A lot of new releases are coming at SHOT show, but we also want to tell a (fictionalized) tale of Daniel Boone and describe where that tale fits in to our new, bleached-out nation where you can’t say “masculinity” without the prefix “toxic” or at least “problematic,” and where kids’ stories are ones where everything is magic and all you have to do for anything is just want enough. There’s an interesting new 9mm being released tomorrow, seemingly optimized so that fans of Glock and 1911 will both hate it. If we get clear of the embargo in time, we’ll have the story tomorrow. But for all the SHOT breaking stuff, try Ammoland for the press releases (unfortunately, they strip them of the links) or The Firearm Blog for more depth and detail. Go to YouTube if you want thirty seconds of information compressed into ten minutes! Or hang out here, we’ll still entertain you.