Baseball be berry, berry good to me!

I'm easing quickly into the rhythm of spring-into-summer days. At present, I don't have a lot of freelance work, and what I do have isn't requiring a lot of time (though it will be gearing up soon). The 10 days or so of being on cat- and garden-tending for Pica and Numenius jump-started my feeling of just plain enjoying the weather and the environment around me; the landscape around their house is so expansive, the poppies and irises and all the rest so lovely, that I spent a lot of time just sitting and looking at it all.

But back to the rhythm of the day, which, I realize, is heavily influenced by baseball. I listen to Mike Kruko and/or Duane Kuiper in the morning, and all during the day, I find I'm looking forward to the evening and that day's game. When the Giants have an off day for travel, I feel a bit flat, like a little kid who knows there won't be any dessert after dinner that night. I do ride my bicycle, and I go to Lisa's twice a week to take dictation from her, and I work on this and that, but it's baseball that provides the anchor. And it is a welcome respite from presidental politics, which now give me a stomach ache. So, Go Giants!