This is how these things work. I missed my early meds so I wasn't feeling too good. Then I had to make a 30 mile trip to the airport I didn't really feel like making, but was obligated to go. When I got back, I thought I would go ahead and take care of the reloading task I had planned to do. I was just getting started when my wife came out and interrupted me as they sometimes do, and we had a discussion about distractions while I was handling explosives. After that, a couple of flying type insects decided it was really fun to persistently buzz around my head just out of reach, thereby driving me the rest of the way crazy. I still proceeded on even though I should have walked away. Ten rounds into a forty round batch, with bullets seated, the dim light bulb that is my brain finally caught up to the fact that the powder can I had pulled was the wrong shape and the label was the wrong color and had the wrong numbers. Oops!! Out came the bullet puller and the bullets were removed and returned to their container. Then, finally, I closed up shop and walked the heck away, living once again to load another day.
And, once again, I relearned that vital lesson: DON'T HANDLOAD UNLESS YOU ARE UNDISTRACTED AND COMPLETELY INTO THE TASK AT HAND!!!! Once again, I relearned that lesson and STILL had all my body parts.
And, once again, I relearned that vital lesson: DON'T HANDLOAD UNLESS YOU ARE UNDISTRACTED AND COMPLETELY INTO THE TASK AT HAND!!!! Once again, I relearned that lesson and STILL had all my body parts.