After a gloomy couple of days, summer finally arrived today. It was gorgeous. Charlie and I played tennis for a while in the park, then asked Mitch to join us. He and I hit while Charlie coached three kids. I felt pretty good considering the bad shoulder and the fact I haven't played a half dozen times all year.
Both cats are sick and on medication. The little one has to be in a lap every minute, which is kind of a problem.
Glad not to be at work. Things are hard right now and bound to get harder.
God, it rains more at Wimbledon than at Rose Festival . . .