We are getting some solid rain in San Diego. I love it.
This morning was the final game of my son's first season of soccer/futbol.
The experience has been a massive success. He has begun to learn the secret of the game:
keep the ball in front of you (and use both feet).
He scored two beautiful goals today (the game is 8 on 8 with goalies). His grandparents were in attendance, the rain is going sideways, truly classic conditions and the kid was blowing-up.
After the game, we went home for dry clothes, hit some breakfast, and returned to the field for an awards ceremony that had been canceled. So, we head back towards home, stop-by the store for some soup ingredients and are now sitting in a nice warm room cooking and playing games.
I thought about hitting the gym (tickle in the throat is still there). But then I thought, why? Why not open a Racer 5, get ready to inhale homemade soup and hang with my lovely family?
The tipping-point was walking into the kitchen after returning from the store and my wife says, "make me a martini." Pretty unusual yet impressive.