The sunlight poured through the window and Jeanne barely moved. Several minutes passed and the only sign of life was a few grunts. Finally, she stirs and announces she is suffering from flu. For Jeanne, this will be a day committed to rest, aspirin, plenty of fluids and watching the Olympics. However, I feel fine and get the workout out of the way before the morning heat and humidity begins to take a toll.
Today is a lucky day. Less than two miles down the road is a trap and skeet range. I loaded the hardware and shells into the Jeep and headed for the range. Arriving, there was a big skeet shoot in progress, but the trap ranges were deserted. The conversation with the range management was somewhat surreal. In Los Angeles, there is usually a process of checking in, paying first, getting tickets or tokens and being monitored by range employees. There was none of that here and I was told to go shoot and come back to the office to settle up when I was ready. The price per round was ridiculously low. The scores weren’t bad, considering it had been a few months. However, after 100 rounds, I felt cleansed.
Returning to the coach, the rest of the afternoon was spent very quietly watching the Olympics, making phone calls to friends and kicking back.