I had very long shoot days on Tuesday and Wednesday, so the only news I was getting was from TV (not reliable) or from forums like this.
I went to bed extra-early on Tuesday night, when the networks were showing maybe 10% of precincts reporting.
The next morning, I awoke to find that the government of the state of WI had been handed over to the anti-gunners.
OK, I said. Been there before, will deal with it again.
When I got home from work Wednesday evening, I had a voicemail from my brother. He's day-traded stocks and options for years, and made a lot of money. Tons.
Well, all of his trades have now gone against him. He needs every nickle and dime he can get, including the balance of the loan he gave me for our "new" car. Time to start begging the bank, when I know they won't lend me ten cents.
Bad timing all around.
Then I got a call late night from an old friend in AZ to inform me that the US Senate was now under Democrat control.
Let's see: the work that I and other volunteers have done for over five years for CCW was pretty much nulled. On top of that, the leadership in our state capitol has now been given to the lunatics. And, worse, my brother is on the verge of losing everything he owns, including his house.
Then I get the call from my mother: my father, who's now almost 90, has mascular degeneration in one eye, and a serious cataract in the other. The doc's don't want to touch either eye, for fear that a failure to treat one would leave him almost totally blind.
OK, time to prioritize: get the title to my wife's car, get it to my brother, have him sign off on the lien so the title's clear, get the bank loan, and get him his money before he's in trouble.
Where's the title? Where? It's nowhere! I even looked through the onions and potatoes in the cupboards. Damned if I know where my wife stashed it. My brother's in trouble, and I can't find the _%**+%+*%%* piece of paper to help him.
Another call from my mother: my crazy sister-in-law (who is, by the way, pretty much certifiably insane) was blaming my father's deteriorating condition on my mother. Told mother that SIL was insane, and not to worry. I also thought about the promise I'd made to my crazy SIL 16 years ago, when she was getting everyone upset before my father's quintuple bypass surgery: if anything bad happened to my parents because of her crazy talk, I would assasinate her.
What to do about my father? Dammit, I should have gone to medical school. Things are spinning out of control. There's nothing I can do, except to be there for him. That's it, though. Pretty pathetic help.
Mistake #?: reading the comments about the election results on THR, TFL, AR15.com, and GlockTalk. Shouldn't have done it, especially on arf.com. There's a lot of people who want to talk the talk, but not walk the walk. And I waded into the foray to defend the WCCA.
Which brings me to my next mistake: staying up until the wee hours trying to explain why the NRA and the WCCA did what we did. I would have done better talking to Sarah Brady.
And that brings me to the next mistake: staying up until the wee hours trying to talk sense on the gun forums, while my wife was trying to get some sleep before her 5:45 am alarm clock.
If anyone knows of a company that sells heated dog houses that feature cable internet and phone access, please let me know.
The next hit came in the form of an email from the company that handles internet advertising for one company that runs banners on my site. Previously, they had said they wanted to buy X number of pages on my site for a fixed amount for all of 2007.
Great. That would pay all of the tax bills (personal and corporate) that will come due in January.
Well, they changed their minds. They now want to pay month-to-month.
OK, what's next?
