Some of us are impressionable here, and all this talk and chatter about the love of everything CZ has changed my focus causing an interruption to my "trimming" mode this summer , and my world of settling on what I had chosen after a year of research and rabbit holes.
I now am in the position of hard decisions of selling/trading off beloved acquisitions like my FNS Longslide in order to field acquisition(s) of CZs.
Actually, with my Omega, I just want the SP-01 40/41 oz. or the Tactical (45ish oz, I think?). I will not allow myself/indulge myself to dream of the Shadow 2 (I am not worthy).
I can't part with my Glock 26 with it's multiplicity of applications for me, or my Shield 9 even though just 1 application.
The thought of having to give up my Ruger P89 that I love causes emotional stress and pain due to my attachment to the "perfect" range gun.
I have a marriage at stake here and after my cash supply runs out, I just can't go to the bank (AGAIN) and get more money (out of savings) b/c she will call for an intervention for my new "habit/addiction" that has invaded an otherwise boring but stable marriage (of 45 yrs. in August).
I realize I will get no sympathy from the "big boys" here, but I thought it might illicit some humor in remembering when you went through this stage with your spouse.
Or not. Just an old man trying to hand onto his successful marriage and handguns, and ammo, and holsters, and cleaning supplies, and bore lights, and safe, and now trainings.
I think you get the idea.
Don't work so hard catching up that you hurt yourself.
You ARE off the pain meds, right?