I've been complaining all week about how boring things have been.
Around the house I burned brush, moved big rocks for my lovely wife's rock garden and graveled the parking area. We also re-explored each other in a way we haven't in a while. I taught my son the target areas for shooting big game and worked with him on power generation, striking and awareness- training that I didn't get until I was much older than he is now.
At work, very quiet. A primary source of boredom. Some good conversations with a schizophrenic; interviewing a developmentally disabled young man who may be the victim of fraud; interviewing several disciplinary inmates. Found some contraband where an inmate had inscribed a quote from an author who is a friend of mine. E-mailed Steve to let him know he has a fan in jail. Only one decent back-up call, which got me into a room alone with three fighting inmates- who immediately broke it up and sat down when I ordered them to. Did tameshiwara on a ten pound bar of chocolate. Yay.
Outside of work and home- one good workout; taught a weapons retention and DT course for a small town PD and met some cool people; worked out with the erstwhile "Friday student". Took some good hits, but not enough. I know what we need to work on next. Read "Protecting the Gift", "The Zombie Survival Guide" and almost finished Tacitus' "History".
Bored, bored, bored.
Writing- a little editing on the manuscript that's out, a few entries here.
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