I left the house about 8:20 and didn’t return home until 4:45. It’s now 5:39. We played a course about 30 miles away, then had to stop afterward for something to eat. And we didn’t play that fast, so it ate up just that much more time.
I’m going to pour a big, tall, glass of ice water, sit back and relax. After eating so late, there’s no way I’m going to want dinner. I told the wife to pick something up for herself on the way home. I’m absolutely beat.
I got off work at 0400 this morning and have been shuffling like a zombie the rest of the day.
Other than that.. no ambition.