The Time! The Time!

I totally thought I had today under control...get the podcast hammered out (late...sorry Marshal!)...finish the other television producer stuff I had to do...go to the range an put a couple of hundred rounds downrange. That was before, of course, I had to deal with the Turkish travel visa...or the budget for a potential SHOOTING GALLERY trip that materialized this AM...or the Honda Element-full of crap that had to go to the landfill today...or this...or that...or this...

And it's almost 9 PM and I have no idea what happened to the day, except to say that it's gone baby gone. You all know the drill.

I'm going into the IRCs pretty much cold, not at all what I planned. I love shooting revolvers and I thought I had a good shot to finish well this year. Of course, that's what I thought about the He Man Wold Championships, where I was totally dialed in on the rifle and handgun and...get this...I didn't even show up for the match! The Real World is beating my ass into the ground.

But that's normal isn't it? We al do the best that we can do, given the fact that we have to keep our Real Lives perking along. My bosses expect me to at least pretend to be a television producer, with a half-dozen projects up in the air. The house...the puppy...the kitten...I swear, I'm running as fast as I can...