Mornin PJ.!
Today is a gap between two firearm seasons. One day. Strange but so be it.
I'll be at the blind soon to measure a couple boards. Then make a run to a distant lumber yard.
One board is rotted and swelled enough to bind the door as it's opened.
(Mind you I've cut the bottom of that door at least three times. (!).)
I'll replace the problem child first. Then maybe another.
I have gas. A 20 lb. propane tank cabled outside the blind. A 10 pounder here at home on reserve.
Should anything fail on the stove I can go back to my one pound cylinders on catalytic heaters. But won't likely need to do that. And the cost is crazy too on them little one pounders now adays.
Unnngh.
Replaced bad board. Got mad at door and took it off to rehang.
Not my best idea for the day. Bringing shims to hold it up would have been a good idea.
Gained clearance at bottom. Gained friction at latch side against frame too. Whooie!
So I looked in the toolbox for my surform plane I used last time. Didn't find it. (well , found it there after I got home and after I looked a couple other places it might have been put.)
So , I'm carving away furiously on the frame with a tiny pocket knife listening to the house down the roads stereo jamming loud with Guns and Roses after Ozzie.
The "regular homebody" doe that has not dawdled crossing the shooting lane visible from the window I'm near decides to enjoy the music and loiter. Quite a while.
When she moved on finally her fawn was not far behind.
They probably heard me running the drill driver from thier beds earlier.
The house with the music blaring , he's been working on for months making noise. My sounds just blend with his.
Guess I don't have to worry about being quiet....
Morning world 
