This morning I realized that I had Gun Skool coming this weekend and only about five hundred rounds of 9mm FMJ to my name, and the president had opened his big mouth on the topic of gun control live on prime time TeeWee last night.
Experience told me that I'd better beat the locusts to Sam Walton's ammo fields before they were picked barren, at least if I didn't want to wind up breaking into my stash of big girl bullets to finish the class.
With enough ammo for the weeken now on hand, plus a bit extra just in case, I feel better. Now I can settle back in on the porch to finish reading Monster Hunter Legion. (Which is awesome fun thus far, BTW.)