Youthful

I give thanks for newer faces winning matches on the tennis scene - some of them round about half the age of the stalwarts of the current era so, one hopes, with their own long careers ahead. Predictability dampens my passion for the game so much I pretty much gave up watching finals in the Sampras years, so having players I'm not as used to on court, especially playing each other, tends to make for more enjoyable viewing. For being able to to view some of the schedule on the unit again...and even listen when the chap with the loudest volume on his TV, plus the widest open side room door, was at last persuaded one or the other might be more acceptable to both fellow patients and staff.  For the thought of football fans with renal failure settling in to enjoy their sport and enhance their treatment experience in a similar way, though leaping up with their arms in the air if goals are scored could cause some serious problems! 

I give thanks for feeling considerably more youthful myself for part of this evening. If you're ill enough for long enough it's easy to completely forget what healthier was like. 

For even managing a quick raid on the Co op on my return, picking up odds and ends for a long time unseen visitor tomorrow. For leftover yummy homemade soup so no energy or tennis time was squandered making a new meal.

For a grandstand view of the vehicular chaos caused by a minor RTA on the one way street outside, just as the plant was arriving for an evening session of sea wall building. For this happening after the Wimbledon quarters were finished...and for the helpful folk who left the bar where the footy had started to try to sort things out.