Go out in the noonday sun. Instead of getting up early again, I slept in. What's the big deal, I said to myself, if I get to the Range late? I mean, what could go wrong?
Even shaded, it's danged hot when it's 104° of Texas broil. Quite an interesting challenge for your marksmanship, as you find all your strength has been sapped by the heat. Holding steady takes on a whole new world of difficult.
But look at me complaining. I went to the range! Yay, me!