It was one of those sorts of days where everything you have planned goes slightly askew.  Not enough to make you question the fundamental underpinnings of the universe.  But certainly sufficient to allow for frustration and embarassment.

We had a 7:10 a.m. tee time (in our frantic effort to get in as much golf as possible before Dan goes back to work on 10/2/08).  Great plan.  Only we cancelled yesterday's tee time at our home course and had no way to get our clubs out this morning in order to go play at Oak Creek (where we were scheduled today). 

So, we adjusted our tee time to later in the morning and came home.  Where I promptly had a nap.

I, by the way, don't nap.  It does bad things to my brain.  I wake up with fuzz in every nook and cranny of the grey matter.  And usually with an upset stomach to boot.

Today was no exception.

So with a fuzzy brain, a stomach ache and a hotter-than-expected forecast, I played 18 holes of golf.

Thankfully Dan had the good sense to suggest that we stop keeping score on the back nine.  And I was just fuzzy-headed enough to agree.  The second half of the game was much more pleasant as a result (and also because we got ahead of the VERY slow twosome in front of us).

Home to relax and unwind, followed by a simple dinner of salad and bread.

Except at 6:30 the people I thought we were meeting for dinner tomorrow night called from the restaurant to find out where we were. 

No simple dinner for us!  Off we went to have Italian food at Spasso's.  We had a lovely evening of chatting about music, politics and golf over pasta and libations.

So...no politics for the blog tonight.  Too tired.  And since it was what I had planned?  Not happening, obviously!

Would I trade anything about the day? 

No.  It went just as it should have gone.  And not at all like I planned.

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