Here it is 70 degrees today, and I'm laid-out with the flu. That's normally how it works for me. Do you ever look forward to something so much that it invariably gets messeed up? Happens to me more often that not. So now, instead of deciding whether to hit a 3-wood, or lay up with a 6-iron. I'm deciding whether to have chicken-noodle soup or melba toast.
At least I can look forward to feeling better, and getting this crud out of my system for the real start of the golf-season in April, when springtime will be upon us. Umm....that is unless my son catches what I have, then my wife gets it from him, and then it gets back to me....oh, say around April.
Thanks for reading, keep it in the short-grass.
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