I played golf today.
It is 55 degrees, breezy, and there is a steady to heavy rain falling.
I was alone. No one was on the course. I was wet but not cold. I got to thinking what my Scottish ancestors would have done. They would have played golf.
So I imagined myself big hairy sideburns, a heavy Scottish brogue and played despite the weather. I played well and had fun.
Now I am dry and warm and I am enjoying a glass of red wine watching football.
The good life!
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