Off for breakfast and then to Iggle Crick to blow the cobwebs off.
I always feel guilty after I've missed a week. Am I going to remember from which end the bullets come out?
Running way low on zombie targets.
Worse, there were maybe thirty lonely rounds of Federal plated .22LR rolling around on the bottom of my ready ammo can; I totally forgot to stock up during the week. This means I had to dip into my stash, and that means either nasty old un-plated lead "Mohawk" brand stuff, or newer (and equally un-plated) Remington Thunderbolt.
Note To Self: Stop by the Mountain of Geese between the range and this afternoon's Blogmeet. Get more deuce-deuce.