I know the old guy loves this. As a bonus, it was a fine sunny spring day and two gentlemen of a certain age were playing on “his” courts. I stopped off at “his” courts on my way to lunch in Maryland.
And, how did I get to Maryland, being sans car?
- Walk, longer than necessary for exercise.
- Bus.
- Stop and visit the tennis court.
- Metro.
- Transfer to another Metro.
- Uber.
I could have Ubered all the way. But, then I would have had to spend some time exercising. And I would rather get my exercise “accidently”.
Had a nice lunch with Carlton’s boss. We talked about grandkids, dementia, and our respective Asylums. He said they only got free wine one night a week.
Tomorrow: work at hospital, first yoga class in almost 5 months, see orthopedic guy.