This morning I took the kids to the park early before it got hot.  I took them because I planned to take them when I had a sense of direction earlier this week.  But this morning I felt tired, unmotivated, and not sure if it was necessary or beneficial.  I threw the baseball with them each in an unplanned and unstructured way.  I didn't have a great sense of having accomplished a proper workout but I was glad to have pressed myself through it.

Back at home I was exceptionally tired and took a nap.  I realized that I actually felt kind of ill.  I talked to my son who is getting over his stomach bug and I wondered out loud if I had it.  Then I wondered if this is the long term remnants of a lifetime of drinking and drugging.  If this was one of those "phantom hangovers" that I used to have.

After my nap I got a good amount of housekeeping done.   I also picked up a coaching book that I have during an interlude and I finally committed to memory the necessary basic framework of a good practice session.  I also listened to a little to the inspirational preacher that has been giving me a positive outlook lately.