A renewed athleticism
Thunderstorms and flash flood warnings tonight: no pickup soccer, despite the fervid wishes of the twenty or so nerds who like to run around on an unpainted, undersized field with lots of gnats. My muscles are getting more used to the sport. Alas, I’ve had a three-game goal drought. That’s what comes of playing fullback while lacking the will to cover more than twenty yards.
Hmm. Facebook says people are playing right now. Well, good for them. I am at home in bed.
I have been running again; that, too, is increasingly easy, though the concrete surface of Mishawaka’s running trail is painfully hard. The trail goes along a scenic riverfront. Unfortunately there are many geese, and the crows have been attacking me.
Tomorrow the building inspectors will look at the house we intend to buy, and so we’ll find out if it’s habitable.
Hmm. Facebook says people are playing right now. Well, good for them. I am at home in bed.
I have been running again; that, too, is increasingly easy, though the concrete surface of Mishawaka’s running trail is painfully hard. The trail goes along a scenic riverfront. Unfortunately there are many geese, and the crows have been attacking me.
Tomorrow the building inspectors will look at the house we intend to buy, and so we’ll find out if it’s habitable.