I need to go shooting, but...

...there was no way I was going yesterday. I avoid ranges on the weekends on general principle, but avoiding them on the weekend right after Christmas is a hard and fast rule for me.

You know that Far Side cartoon? The one that goes something like "After 23 uneventful years at the reptile house, Dave had a cumulative attack of the willies", with the janitor all curled up and gibbering in the corner? Yeah, that'd be me at a public range yesterday.