I mentioned yesterday that I'd planned to go to the range and shoot for Og's postal match, but had dinner with my son instead. So maybe tomorrow...
Tomorrow comes. Get off work, get home, play with dogs a bit.
Notice that the grass in the front and back needs mowing(apparently the rain had fertilizer mixed in).
Start mower, cut front.
Start on back, run out of gas.
Mow back, clean up.
Realize I'm hungry, eat.
It's now too late to shoot. Ok, maybe tomorrow...
I MEAN it this time, I should be able to work it and I'd like to get in on the match.