Since Wednesday I've done the semi-annual weapons qualification; the night-fire qualification; and driven a 1400 mile round trip on Official Business.
Ye tap-dancing gods.
Things I have learned over the last three days:
Over the last several years I have -- all unknowing -- simplified my pistol manipulation drills. Which is, I think, a topic worthy of an expanded blog post.
Non-SERPA Level II holsters still suck. Only worse.
The old boy who opined, "You can never have enough light" probably never hit a retro-reflective panel in the pitch-dark at ten feet with a brand-new SureFire G2LED.
Did you know that if your dark-adapted eyeballs do jump out of your skull, you can locate the corner they're hiding in by following the tiny whimpers? Me, neither. Good information to have, though.
If you have to drive 1400 miles, try to find a travel partner who isn't addicted to AM radio. Some of that stuff on Ye Olde Amplitude Modulation will cause your head to explode.
Border Patrol troopies have No Sense of Humour.
I'm for bed. More later.