Jesus, I hate that…

I spent the last day and a half in the wonderful Peoples Republick of Illinois….

No gat on my belt.

I think I spent half the time realizing that there was no heater firmly ensconsed on my belt and the other half castigating myself  because, intellectually, I knew that I had left my daily carry at home, but it just felt wrong and I kept coming up in a panic thinking “Shit, my carry piece fell off my belt”.

Christ, I hate that feeling.