A Quick Get Away

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Sunday morning and I have my return flight home today, and I’m struggling to stand up straight and get out of bed.

Golf is over for 2026, and that’s good.

Rest up and make this trip again in February.

The thing is, I arrived on Thursday, and the rest of the world took a back seat as all we did was have fun.

Great meals.

Big laughs.

Horrible putts.

The sore back being the only downfall, but I played the round yesterday and it loosened up as I went along.

These are some longtime work friendships.

We were talking about things that happened in the 90’s as if they happened yesterday.

The ‘98 Yankees-Padres World Series that two of the guys attended.

They were one ticket short of bringing me along, but they made sure that they got ahold of me from their seats before the game started.

“You texted me,” I said.

“We called you! There weren’t any texts yet.”

But you get the idea.

We’ve done a lot of living together through the years.

Trips to Yankee Stadium.

More golf trips than we can even count.

You do or say something stupid that can be used against you in casual conversation, and it will be for decades.

And now…

…back to the grind.

I haven’t even looked up a single thing political.

Remember when life used to be like that?

Ugh.

Time to stand up.

Everything aches.

Some of the pain caused by laughing too much.

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