The rest of the family is leaving for the People's Soviet of Massachusetts tomorrow at oh dark thirty. I'll hold down the fort here (things are crazy busy at work). It'll be like FOB Borepatch, only I'll be at home, and will have Ivan the Terrier and Crash the Wondercat for company.
And so #1 Son and I are spending some quality time at the bowling alley. A funny thing happened when I stepped up to the line - the Appleseed training kicked in:
Aim small, miss small. The last bowl doesn't exist - there's nothing but this one.
And I'm killing it. Bowled a 155 first game, which is one away from a personal best.
The mental is to the physical as three is to one.
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