Sunny Sunday

Well, as predicted, I shot 78 during my weekly round of golf with my buddy, Gator. Unfortunately, there were three holes left to play when I arrived at that number. So, my 18-hole total was disappointing -- again -- but, c'mon, a bad day on the golf course is ... well, there's really no such thing as a bad day on the golf course ...

Gator beat me by three shots. We both kind of cratered on the back nine. As Gator likes to say, "Folded like a cheap tent." The collapse actually began when we both bogeyed no. 8 and no. 9.

I've known Gator for a few years now. Met him at the golf course. He's quite a character, originally from south Florida, where he worked for a long time as an animal trapper. He really never did a lot of alligator hunting, but he got the cool nickname, anyway. He likes it. Also known as David, he is two weeks away from his 61st birthday, stands about 6-3, 220 pounds or so, long gray ponytail  down his back, bald as an eagle on top. And deaf as a damn post. I think deaf in one ear. Either way, trying to hold a conversation with him sometimes is a comedy. He loves golf, like I do. We're always within a few shots of each other, so it makes for some good friendly competitions.

This is Day Five of my 30 days of positive project, and it's going pretty well. I stayed up too late last night, after an extremely productive day, and had to get up early to go to the golf course, so I'm a little tired. Mostly laying on the couch all afternoon.

And not much else to talk about today, really. Busy week  ahead, with another book to proof for Archangel Ink, a story to write for The Cove Banner, and planning promotions for the book. And then there's school to teach, exercising to do, taking the truck back to the shop, finishing the yard work, keeping the blog going, working on my Camino book. Other than that ...

More later. Ciao, y'all ...