Bowling and Golf

I woke up this morning and my two middle digits on my right hand were so sore I could bearly move them up and down. Two days ago, I took my golf glove off my hand and it was red from the tremendous amounts of pressure placed on the skin of my fingers by the gripping (possibly overgripping) of my golf clubs. And today, as I recognize my age and how it's beginning to catch up to me, I rejoice in the splendor of a weekend spent enjoying the things of this life that I love to do but can not afford to do, unless someone else is paying. It was nice, if only fleeting.
I bowled 4 games last night, 156, 118, 124, 138. Sure there were two clunkers there in the middle but, man was it fun! Last week I played 36 holes of Golf and had so much spanking fun in the process! I can't believe how much Joy I get from those two sports which at first seem so simple and mundane. But I really do love em.
It's also occured to me that I need to get a job this summer and I'm not really all that positive where I'll work, but I'll figure it out... I hope.