Two things from the frisbee tournament this weekend that tell me I’m getting older:

1. I got up before 7 AM both Saturday and Sunday, and didn’t really think too much about it. Yeah, it was early, but not so much earlier than usual. This morning, I woke up without my alarm at 6:15 or so. Yikes!

2. When I pulled some muscle in our third game on Saturday, I actually stopped playing instead of just continuing on in pain. I stretched, rested and was in good enough shape to play on Sunday. In my reckless youth (and probably even last year), I would’ve just kept playing.

The tournament was a fun one, though we were definitely in the bottom half of teams there, skill-wise. We ended up coming in three places ahead of our seed (21st vs. 24th), and had a good time.

Last night, Matt and Micaela made me a really nice dinner: a great cheese to start (Berthaut Epoisses), excellent roast chicken, a tasty mushroom risotto and sauteed pea tendrils. They also put together an awesome dessert of chocolate pots (slightly soupier than a mousse, and equally tasty) served with orange polenta biscuits. Thanks!