Hope springs . . . away?

 After church and then an enjoyable lunch with a friend yesterday at the Lost Dog pizzeria, where we hoisted a toast to the always empty chair, I went to drop-in pickleball in my town and in very tricky windy conditions had about a break-even day on the court.

My breathing was labored due to my rib injury but my game apparently finally is getting better and I sat out every other game, win or lose.

Overall it was an enjoyable day even though I missed having my oldest son finally appear for his birthday party after all these years.

But today is a holiday, Presidents Day, so it is another chance for that rascal oldest child of mine, and any or all of his brothers, all of whom are in their thirties and apparently all very hateful men, to appear for lunch finally. ;-)