Although my doctor has advised staying away from vigorous activity while the torn tendon in my shoulder heals, it's really hard to stay away from volleyball on Sunday nights. The people there and their skill at the game draws me down every week.

It's so nice to play with folks that don't have the cliques of the group in California, which partly result from a larger range of attitude and adeptness.

Anyway, to rest the right shoulder I've been learning to spike with my left hand and am getting competent with it. It's not a bad thing to be able to hit with either arm so no harm done.

Anyway, to my writing point: about half an hour before play ended tonight I suffered a blow to my ego. I was in back court and moving forward a little to receive a ball coming in high. It was not fast-moving, not a challenge to get, just coming down so I moved up to handle it. And fell flat on my face. I tripped on my own foot. What a doofus.