I can only focus on one thing at a time, and I confess that shooting has suffered over the last few weeks as my mind has been on other things. It showed. I probably shot 100 rounds with the Glock before I started hitting consistently. So I kept at it until my arms wore out and my fingers were getting tender from reloading magazines.
The M-1 and the 100 yard line were much more comforting - I rang the steel shot after shot, rebuilding my self confidence a bit. And for an extra challenge - 'cause ML and John did it so I had to try - I took a whack at the steel silhouette with the 9 mm. Well, I did ping it twice out of 10. Not great, but I'd never thought of trying that range with the pistol, so it gives me something different to work on.
Shooting afternoons must be closed with beer and food, of course. Sadly, our favorite place has moved its opening time to later in the day, but we did OK at the local Irish pub.
Then back to my place for ML to help me where I was stalled with re-loading. At least now I know that it wasn't my imagination about the scale. I'll be ordering a new one today. And now I understand the steps I was vague on, and can now do more than prep work.
Then, sadly, I had to make a hospital trip to say goodbye to a friend, and that was very hard. She suffered a massive stroke on Wednesday, and is now slipping away. It was hard to see her, and my heart breaks for the son and daughter-in-law who have cared for her so well as her health problems worsened over the last couple years.