After work today I was in sore need of mental decompression. We finally got production started on our big project at work, and my day started at 5am. I had to spend a lot of time today letting go of my internal frustrations; this includes deep-breathing exercises to keep from screaming my brains out that probably look like I'm about to give birth. After a full day of doing multiple things all at the same time I was ready to collapse the moment I walked into my apartment. Then I remembered, I have a baseball mitt!
Mr. J and I dashed off to the park near our apartment and played catch with our new mitts. I'm still pretty good at throwing, having received much instruction from every boy I've ever known, but I still need practice with the catching.
The weather was somewhat cool and overcast, perfect for playing catch and running around like fools. Both my hands feel bruised and I jammed my thumb in a painful manner; when I use any of the muscles in my hands, they tremble ever so slightly. I had a lot of fun, and I think Mr. J did too. I can't wait to go again.