Day 685: Being shot at, again

Day 685:

I spent all day clearing weeds and making it so I could see someone coming from any direction with more warning than before, and it paid off.

Another band of murderers came down the hill threatening me. Shot at  me a few times, fortunately they mostly missed. (And the one that hit kind of bounced off my metal boot.)

So I’m feeling both sore and tired and smug tonight, which beats being just sore and tired.