JCastleman

Isn't it strange the way the effect of exercise waits about 24 hours before it hits you?  I played my first full set of tennis in about 10 years yesterday, and I was pretty happy with how it went.  Sure, I lost 1-6, but the score at one point was 0-5 so by the end I was feeling a little more confident.  I'd won a game against someone who's better than I did even back when I played regularly, and I'd gotten through it more or less unscathed* - I wasn't out of breath, my legs felt strong, and I felt like I could have played another hour straight away. Fast forward to today. My lungs are so raw that I've actually called in sick from work, and m

Well, I guess now is as good a time as any to start this journal.  It's been a few years since I last jotted down any thoughts on a regular basis, and a two decades since I last kept a proper diary, so I apologise if I'm a little rusty... It's one of those rare occasions where I'm home by myself - Alicia usually gets home from work before me, so it feels strange when she has somewhere else to be like tonight.  Still, it gives me the chance to spend some time alone with my thoughts (it's not really possible at work - stupid people keep asking you to do things), which is something I relish. It also gives me the opportunity to cook unsupervise