Memorial Day Weekend

After two days of PT directed lifting and sore muscles, Friday was supposed to be a day of rest. Sadly, my better half was forced to unexpectedly overnight at the hospital (as a caregiver not a patient). If I lived in, say, Manhattan, I could hop on the subway and have a social pint. But I don't live in New York.

Instead, I live in the evil suburbs. What's left? Boredom.
Well boredom begets youtube, and youtube leads to depression and restlessness.


This finds me outside kicking the ball around like a moron. What a spectacle for the neighbors. My juggling must have been loud (maybe I hit someone's car), because out comes an unknown neighbor and we have a kick. It was a nice change, but there was too much awkward social pressure to pass straight.

Up at dawn to play on American Dream field. Knees, ankles, and shins hurt 25 minutes in. We play for two hours. I have a couple of shots and the odd tackle, but mostly I'm tormented by the larger field and better players. One in particular is very frustrating. I know which moves he's about to use, and I'm still unable to stop them. Three days off. Beach football anyone?