Fifty-Eight Degrees?????
It’s August for f**ks sake!
I put my jacket on yesterday morning.
It was also still dark when I left for work…
…so, this is the time of year when I start dreading that we are going to slide our way into a whole bunch of grey days.
Now I’m sure that this is an aberration, and it will be nice and warm by the weekend, but I was still hit by the dread.
I love the summer because I spend my days outside - there’s nothing like walking a long way on a site with the sun out.
Doesn’t even feel like work because I’m walking up to people I’ve known for years and we will most likely exchange a laugh or two.
Doesn’t seem quite so wonderful in the cold and snow.
I started feeling crippling back pain at hole 3 on Sunday.
I was having a lot of trouble walking up to the tee box as every step hurt, but it didn’t matter much as I swung the club.
I putted for birdie 10 times!
Out of 18 holes.
I didn’t actually get a birdie…
…JC did and he was pretty fired up…
…but I had 9 pars on the day.
Had no business finishing the round.
Kathy saw me as I limped into the house.
“What’re you an idiot? Why’d you keep playing?”
“Time is limited,” I said.
Waking up to 58 degrees????
Way too limited!
Was quite a round though…
…would’ve drawn record ratings on ESPN.
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