Woody Cavenaugh

Last night was the first night I have really slept since discovering that our house has no real armor value vs bullet. I think I'm starting to get a handle on this new way of life.
The trick was to find ways to remove that helpless "target" feeling. My friends and family were very helpful here.

Rob suggested building with foamed concrete.
Mark suggested locating the place the shooter was standing.
George made it possible by taking the measurements I took and turning them into useful angles I can use to track back to the point of origion.
My boss suggested putting up "No Hunting" signs along the back edge of my property.
And the bitter angel that lives inside me told me to place a landmine in the area the bullet was fired from.

Thanks everyone, those that I have mentioned here and the others who simply offered support. And Billy the Blogging Poet who must actually have a target painted on his house. If he can surive getting his house preferated 12 times who am I to complain. I am taking everyones advice and doing everything suggested.

I think I am close to returning to feeling like normal. (That would be normal for me not national average or anything.) Good sleep is good.