This is what this time of year does to me .....
I just had to tell myself, for the third or fourth time today, that its Monday.
My body and soul are convinced that its Friday.
Had a dream last night where I was apparently attempting a comeback at slow-pitch softball.
And that there was a team that wanted a washed up 68-year-old on their roster.
Yeah really!! Well maybe not really. It was a dream after all.
At my first batting practice in 20-plus years, it was swing-and-miss at the first dozen pitches.
So the pitcher mover closer ..... and closer.
As if that would help.
With frustration growing, I choked up on the bat handle, made contact and knocked the pitcher out with a comeback liner to his face.
And that's where it ended, with me standing over the pitcher wondering if I killed him.
Oh, and my ex-wife was on the scene as well.
It's not clear, upon four to six hours of separation from the dream, if she offered any batting tips or not.
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