9:55 a..m. Typing OK this morning. Left hand a little shaky. I’m just slower. I hope my brain is cooperating with my request to resist at all times the sticky quicksand those rogue proteins create. Check-offs. Sleep. Did well, watched basketball until I couldn’t hold my eyes open. Had a mild calf musclle spasm that I caught and rubbed out before it could start its torture. That addresses the category Pain. I played basketball last night. It’s one of two days of good exercise I get every week. But I’m slow moving in the morning after these. Trying to get one or two days where Catherine and I can go do some gym stuff, weights, possibly Yoga. I have to stop here and describe a play last night in which I delivered a pass to Ramsey Archibald. We had a break going, I was down court running hard after the other team turned it over. Teammate Kevin Storr (who was red-hot shooting BTW) hit me in stride at about the foul line, defender coming on fast. I knew Ramsey, on my team, was coming on fast from behind. I made a little look up feint like I was going to go up for the lay-up setting the defender into leaping stage. Instead of putting it up, I bounced it with two hands — like a football snap — between my legs, Ramsey caught it off the bounce and put it up for a layup. Mental Health. Good.!
Day ahead will include some op-ed reading and Mike Madness planning.