Rusty

Tonight I walked onto T's tennis court for the first time in months. Rusty. To use polite terms I'll just say my game was rusty.  Outright awful would be another set of appropriate terms, but, I'll stick with rusty. 

Rusty or not I left T's court with travel advice on the route between Chicago and Michigan, a catchy Jack White tune stuck in my head, and a silly grin smeared across my face. I'm already making plans to come back next week.
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Surprised By: How much, after all this time, I still love this poem.

Anxiously Awaiting: The Xmas gig my band has next week. 

Crazy Endeavor: Learning how to mambo.

Recent Goodness: My friend, Leirion, announced her candidacy for Lincoln's City Council.