I play softball on Sunday nights, and I actually caught four of the five fly balls in my field last weekend. The one that I missed is the one that is really the best one to talk about. It was a high fly ball that dropped in shallow right field and I happened to be playing in fairly deep right center field. I managed to get to the ball in time, but not quite fast enough to not make a normal overhand basket style catch. I had to lean forward and stretch my arm out forward. The ball bounced off the heel of my glove and nailed me right in the face. Not only did I not catch the ball, but I also managed to make the ball smack me just above my left eye. I am an all-star, and I am a little glad that James was not there to witness my mastery of sports.
Our new dog got out of the house on Sunday, mostly because we let him out to see what would happen. He normally follows us around the house all the time and never lets us out of his sight, but as soon as he got outside he forgot who we were altogether. I chased him for about half a mile, doing a lot of running, interrupted by all-out sprinting whenever I got close to him. He managed to easily elude me until he stopped to have an unavoidable diarrhea BM, then I tackled him and slapped on the leash. It is probably the only time I will ever be excited to see the dog making a dook in the neighbors yard.
It has been a little on the toasty side lately, and I have found that the only time I really want the A/C on is when I am at home. I have yet to run the A/C in the car despite the high 90 degree and 100 degree temps lately. Maybe I am nuts, but I really like the heat as long as I am not standing in the sun or trying to work in it. On the other hand, when I am at home, it better be less than 80 degrees, or I get grouchy. I just can't sit on my Lazy Boy recliner and get sweaty.
I have a question, what temperature is your A/C set at? Is 77 at night and 79 during the day really high? (we still sleep with a down comforter on the bed, I am not joking at all)
