I hate it when I end up going a whole week without posting.  *Sigh*  Sometimes you blog about life and sometimes you just live it.  The trouble with having a blog is that it can easily become One More Thing to get behind on.  (Or "one more thing upon which to be behind", if you are picky about prepositions not being something one ends sentences with.  I mean, with which one ends sentences.)

Anyway, it's not as though I haven't tried or intended to.  (Sentence-ending preposition alert!  What into with for.)  But you know all that because I've mentioned it before, and if I do one more post about head-blogging and falling asleep at the computer and blah blah, you are going to permanently delete me from your reading list and all that, yes I know, so I'll spare you the litany, and yes I know this is a run-on sentence but it's fun and I'm in a grammatically rebelious mood at the moment.)

Um... what was it I was going to post about about which I was going to post, again?  Oh, I remember.

To top off my already-busy week, this morning I went out shooting birds for two hours in 15-degree weather.  That's commitment, eh?  I've attended classes (my Christmas gift from Hubz) the last 3 Monday evenings, and today was the final session, when my classmates & I got to put our lessons into practice.  It was an opportunity I didn't want to miss.  It isn't often that one gets a chance to shoot birds at a nature center with the full cooperation of the birds' handler, but the real opportunity was that I got to do so with help from a professional shooter.  Of course, the pro (our instructor) shot the birds with a cannon Canon while I shoot with an Olympus, but that made little difference. 

You did NOT think I meant shooting birds with a gun.  Please tell me you didn't fall for that.

I layered up warmly except for my thin gloves; all the better to handle the camera controls.  Or not.  Kinda hard to push buttons and spin dials or even care about doing so when one's fingers are frozen stiff, which was the case about two minutes into our metering session.  I was not the only dumbkopf in that boat, but I was happily rescued by a classmate who'd brought a few extra pairs of thick warm gloves.  While the gloves made it much more difficult to handle the camera, once the metering was done we didn't have to fiddle too much with knobs, and the gloves at least made it possible to remain out there long enough to get some decent shots.  Otherwise I don't think I'd have made it.  The others without sufficient hand covering didn't seem to do too well.

So I was fine while I was out there and once I was back into the lodge to warm up.  It wasn't til I got to my van that I started feeling light-headed and a little faint-- although not so much so that I couldn't drive home.  Even after a little food and a long, hot shower, I still feel wiped out and just a tad delirious.

Not that you'd have noticed the latter by the time you were halfway through the introduction or anything.

After falling asleep about three times just in the process of installing the pics onto my computer, I finally figured it out.  "I bet," I said jokingly to Hubz, "that my long underwear cut off blood flow to my brain."

"Dear," he replied, "you're on the right track, but the circulation to your brain was cut off long before you ever bought long underwear."

I didn't think that was very nice.

And speaking of long underwear and not being nice, earlier in the day he'd joked that long underwear for me really has to be called "short underwear" (a reference to my 5'3" stature and relatively short legs-to-torso ratio).  "No," I said, playing dumb, "it's LONG underwear, see?  It goes all the way down to my ankles."  And I pulled up my pantleg to show the bottom cuff of my pink thermals.  Before he could come up with a smart remark, my 10-year-old interjected, "Hey, look!  Mom's showing us her underwear!"

I really hope that does not get repeated outside of our four walls.

You probably are hoping to see pictures.  (Okay, just pretend you're interested, then.)  Unfortunately, my brain being as it is at the moment, I dare not edit, and even if I had some that needed no editing, I'm too tired to upload them to the net.  You'll have to wait.  (Pretend to be disappointed.)  And yes, I know that means I probably won't end up getting around to it.  I'll try.  I know that, given my past record, "I'll try" means nothing.  (Pretend to still be reading this.)

Oh well.  At least I posted!  And now I get to haul my tired self out again for a sixth straight evening of Go Somewhere Or Do Something.