So I didn’t dive deep into the motivational pool and accomplish any of the gardening tasks I had considered doing today. Hell, I didn’t even register any hammock time as planned. But I did haul the old and long-neglected golf clubs out and over to the triple-tiered Majestic Golfland driving range on Melrose just west of Vermont to hit 110 balls — the first I’d whacked at in well over a year.
The bad news: I have the most jerky and abreviated old-man backswing of all time. The good news: I actually managed to hit more decent ones than I’d expected after such a long lay-off.
Of course I took pictures:
I even snagged some video.