The Good Life

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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