last night’s soccer game, though a 3-1 loss, was exhilirating as i was able to handle the ball and sprint and even managed a really good ‘header.’ today i am sore. huila, my wonder dog that i love so dearly, got into the garden and tore up the beds. i plopped right down and cried. i have an appointment at 8 am with Garden-Hers farm to pick up seedlings, and i’ve fixed the fence and had a long not-so-nice conversation with the dog. round two.
