Stresses abound with Owen first sick, then Katie (still), and some concerns about parents. But more pressing is my golf game and fantasy football.
I played golf for the first time in awhile on Sunday and had my best round in about 20 years, shooting 76. It was kind of a religious experience. Then I got to play again yesterday and shot 89 (about right) on a tougher course. Whatever... I'm back.
Then, to stress over fantasy football (and to a lesser extent, fantasy baseball), with a draft tonight in a league where I am commissioner, and I'm starting to feel manly. Got home from golf last night, and was just on with the kids, spelling Katie and getting them to sleep with smiles on their faces.
Owen starts school on Tuesday in 1st grade. I saw his desk today. He is going to be a proud boy.
At any rate, this brings me back to two comments I heard in late 1999, within a couple months of each other. 1) My sister claiming that I was "the least gay person I know" and 2) A guy from San Francisco claiming my musical taste was really gay. While the issue is unsettled, no matter how many New Order albums I listen to, or how many blender drinks I order at the bar, I'm ultimately a guy. My boys see it; they want to wrestle and please me by watching sports with me.
Anyway, I'm back and hoping to blog more often. Down to 60 lbs of fish or so.
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