That moment

When you look in the crapper after a good squat and think, “how did that come out of me, and I’m not bleeding?”

Work. Oy.

We’re getting busier. I didn’t think it was possible. And I’m the go to guy for the whole crew.

Now I need

to empty the brass out of those boxes of 9mm and take them to the reloader. I only collected these to keep track of how many rounds I shot and I wasn’t paying attention so I went over. And in the meantime the pile of boxes were like unto furniture.

Guess it’s been time for a housecleaning for a while.

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