I’m supposed to be in Texas right now. Tomorrow kicks off a three day carbine class at TAC PRO Shooting Center that I will not be taking. The school is hosted by XS Sights and taught by Bill Davison who is one of my favorite instructors.
On Friday I was supposed to fly from Dallas to Texarkana to hunt with Bill Wilson but that’s not going to happen either.
The head head cold from Friday moved to my chest. This not the same sickness from last week. That was an out both ends sickness, this one’snot. (Notice my play on words. Funny how the brain works when chemically enhanced.)
My voice sounds like it belongs to some troll guarding a bridge. I’ve spent most of the day staring at my computer screen in a antihistamine induced high, while coughing up radioactive matter that could earn a part in some science fiction horror flick, even if it didn’t move on its own.
I tried to catch up on a few articles but my mind wondered off – for a while, apparently. I caught myself staring at the mount of my last WV whitetail. Don’t know how long I’d been staring at it. Not even sure what I’d been thinking. What brought me around was the realization that my head hurt, which probably meant it was time for more cold medicine. So that’s what I did.
Why do my eyes feel like they are really small and in the very back of my head?