I’m here. I think. I’m going to start my laundry in a few, but I really have the Hongries. Busdaddy’s fridge is as bare as my stomach, I think. He has enough food to get him to tomorrow, while I get to scavenge today. We’ll go to the store when he gets home.
Yesterday we spent about two hours at the shooting range, and it is so FAR from town it may as well be in the next county. I didn’t have proper ear protectors, but had to use the little plugs that were sold there. They kept falling out, so my ears are still buzzing this morning.
I had a hard time handling the Glock 30, and my left shoulder (the one that was dislocated a couple of years ago) began to hurt and that distracted me to where my shots went progressively farther out of the tighter circles.
But it was fun, and once he gets a smaller gun for me, I think I will do much better with practice.
Most of the shooting I do is shooting my mouth off.
It will be a while before this shoulder heals and I can attempt the other kind.
But shooting my mouth off is kinda fun.