Sunday

Sunday afternoons can be a lonely time. I take my girls back to my ex's home after church. I usually feel relieved because it allows me to recover a bit and clean up the tornado in my home. I also feel melancholy because I am usually not wanting to be as proactive as I need to be in other Sunday responsibilities. Is that guilt? Maybe...I will just go with melancholy right now. The word has a nice ring to it.

It is also right before Monday. I love my job and my co-workers, but it does mean I have to refocus and get geared up for the week. I never feel totally ready. Oh well. Why am I writing all this? Not sure, I think I also really want to go flying again and I am excited for actual good weather if it will ever arrive. I think that I have all these things I want to do and I find time to be a very precious commodity.

I played tennis for the first time in a while last week. It was a lot of fun even if I didn't do that well. I have a great serve, but it only lands in play about one in every ten hits...so it really isn't that great. I guess I need more practice.

I made meatballs about 2 months ago and I made way too many so I froze about 8 of them before I cooked them. These meatballs are the size of a small fist. After thawing and baking them they turned out great. I think I will do that on purpose next time because I love meatballs but they are a lot of work to make to my anal standards.