Hanging at the pool with 40% of my kids, I’m in my mind and out of it. The bells of the church are ringing, letting the faithful know its Jesus time.
My leg hurts, but I’m finding that to be just another excuse in my golf bag O’ tricks.
I have an idea stinging my head, more on that later. It’s for Saturday.
For tonight I’m finding joy in the swimming of my life, the yells of lesser kids and the splashing of the water around me.