April 03, 2004
Old Frankenstein
It’s late in the evening here, and the computer is free from the endless tax research that Denise performs in her work. Now it’s time for me to do my stuff while jotting down those random thoughts that always seem to flood my brain about this time in the evening.
I can remember specifically asking the captain of my tennis team not to schedule me for any matches this weekend. He even acknowledged me and said that he understood. So I’m not the bit surprised that I found my name on the roster for this weekend – 14:00 on court 3 with Lou as my partner. It would have been nice to give this old body a rest, but I just can’t say no to a game! Yes, I’ll be stiff, sore and probably move around on the court tomorrow with all of the grace that Peter Boyle exhibited in “Young Frankenstein” but that’s beside the point. The weather has been wonderful this spring and tennis beats chores and day of the week.
So I’m sitting here multi-tasking; reading some mail, reading some news, trying to stretch out this cramp in my left leg and staring at the primary on-call pager and praying that it doesn’t go off tonight. No tunes on the CD player tonight – I had quite a marathon all week at work and I’m enjoying the relative peace and quiet here this evening.
Nothing much in the way of news to report for the week. Work was its usual madhouse with plenty of problems needing tending to all at once. I will be grateful when my boss gets back from his honeymoon and takes his responsibilities back. I really don’t mind backfilling for him while he’s away, but it does make it difficult to get the stuff that I’m still held accountable for done.
Well, I guess I should pop some meds into my mouth and hope my “wheels” feel alright in the morning. With any luck I’ll be able to exhibit the grace of Marty Feldman in “Young Frankenstein” out on the court tomorrow…
