Well the day and the evening have really gotten away from me, but I am all packed and ready to head out finally. To those I owe an email or note or twenty dollars or a paternity test to, bear with me I shall soon return and catch up.
In a little more than 24 hours I'll be in the woods somewhere looking for my errant tee shot, I'll cuss under my breath at my piece of shit swing, I'll hit a beautiful shot out of the woods that at the last minute will strike a branch and fly back at me nearly decapitating myself in the process.
I'll get up, knock the dust off and think to myself "thank god I'm not at work, what a beautiful day".
And I'll mean it.
Pieces out.