Don has taken over the guest room with suitcases and shipping boxes. If you didn't know better you'd swear he was packing for an extended visit to the North Pole, but it's just Washington Island, Wisconsin. Every year about this time he realizes that he's misplaced something urgent he'll need on the island and starts going through all his drawers and cabinets to find it. This year it's his wireless mouse for the laptop. It's the only reason he'll clean his half of our office desk and his dresser. I have the garbage bags standing by ready to fill with papers and thingies he kept because he "might need them some day". And don't we all do that.
I golfed Friday and Saturday and believe it or not I totally lost my swing. I found it once on the ninth hole, but then it disappeared on the 10th hole. What kind of sick twisted sport is this? Just about the time you think you have your A game, you go out and golf your Z game. Not only that but I did this two days in a row and the second day was even worse. I was glad that the couple we golfed with knew that I was capable of a better game and assumed an alien who didn't know anything about golf had taken over my body.
Just to be on the safe side I already have a golf instructor on my speed dial ready to exorcise this alien and bring the golf Maria back with a decent swing and a putt that goes in the first time. I'll find out when I golf on Tuesday.
Healthwise all is well as you know. I'm golfing more and exercising less but will find a good combination soon. Most of all I hate missing my noon Yoga class. It's hard not be involved with something else by then.
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