A few weeks ago, I got to enjoy something very special. Solitude.
Bridget and Maria went away for a few days to visit some friends. I had already used up too much vacation and had to stay home. Plus, I didn’t want to go.
I didn’t enjoy being away from my wife and daughter for four days. Sure, I got to eat bad food and play lots of video games, but I missed them.
I just couldn’t bring myself to go to their vacation destination.
We all have suffered through the heat in recent weeks. At times, it has been almost unbearable. The heat has been so bad, I think some people have lost control of their faculties. I point to the proliferation of iced coffee drinks as evidence.
I remember the first time I heard of iced coffee. Someone asked me to make it for them when I worked food service at Harborplace in Baltimore.
I knew something was wrong, and I didn’t even drink regular coffee at the time. Now that I have fully committed myself to caffeine addiction, I understand even more why iced coffee is so, so wrong.
As a younger man, I had a decent athletic career. I was a pretty good wrestler in high school and managed to compete all four years in college with a record near .500. Since then, I haven’t done so much. Sure, I had some success coaching in Maryland, but left that all behind six years ago.
The tables turned a few weeks ago on vacation. I returned to my championship form.
Not in wrestling though. This time, I conquered cornhole.