Your bowl of oatmeal tries to stare you down; and wins. (apologies to John Prine)
You find 3 pieces of brass in your jacket pocket and rush to your reloading area to trim, champher, deburr, and load them.
You take inventory of your loading supplies and find you are dangerously low on lube grooves.
Your dog has lost interest in your theories of the importance of beeswax in boolit lube.
Folks from a religious group show up on your door step early in the morning and six hours later they are eyeing the door and looking nervous as you continue your explanation of the importance of square loob grooves.
You are dry firing at the squirrel on the tree in the front yard with a Super Black Hawk through your living room window while standing in your under wear.