Life has changed.  The first year I kept this blog, my definition of a good day was different.  Here's one example.

Today was a good day.  But very different.  Nick called late last night from Chicago.  It was a scotch-and-cigar kind of talk that would have gone better in person.

K has an incredibly rare string of days off.  I'm committed to the tune-up tomorrow, and I'll miss her, but I had one day with the precious lady.  A day of gathering materials and loading trucks and moving hay and digging holes and setting fence posts.  Sunday will involve a lot of carpentry.

Kasey has an idea for a kick-ass class (would it be possible to do active shooter training for cops and citizens at the same time?)  The logistics and the complexity of running such a scenario would be staggering... but with Kasey and Cabot, staggering is a minimum level of challenge.

Nick and James sent e-mails that will require some thought, as they are wont to do.

Greg sent the first draft of his foreword for the ConCom manual.

Got the tentative schedule for Spring in the UK.

Now it is time on the deck, in the mist, with a good book and a good Islay.  Steaks to come.