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It's slow at first but it's over too soon

P and I went to the range tonight, and as agreed I let her go first. That ended after the first magazine; she complained that Masha's recoil was a lot harder than she'd experienced last weekend with RS' East German copy, and the sparks coming out of the muzzle worried her. Me, I figured it was the cheap-ass Russian hollow-points we were firing combined with my not cleaning the pistol after our abortive trip to the range earlier in the month; in any case, I put the rest of her 40 rounds into the target and saved the last twelve for home use (God forbid). Tomorrow I need to hike down to the sheriff's office in the Grain Exchange and turn in the paperwork for my permit. Yes, I should have done that earlier in the year, but there you are...and I have to do it Friday because if I wait until next year the class certificate won't be valid, which means I'd have to go through it all over again.

Minnesota Revenue surprised me by finally mailing out my $50 property tax refund; the rest had gone to pay off what I owed on my state taxes. Better late than never...and on that happy note I'm going to call it a night and hit the rack. Tomorrow should be slow enough that I should be able to knock out my apazine and get it copied before I leave work.