Like so many, I was heartbroken when Dolly Parton left us. What a gift she was, universally beloved and respected. How rare these days.

In between games, I was speaking with a pickleball pal, Fernando, who shared that he published a memoir of short essays from his travels. So I bought it. And got completely absorbed in Fernando's spiritual quest.

This week Patrick and I saw the new Spider-Man film.

This week I taught my son to drive, just like I was taught – in a cemetery.

Last week I accidentally got hit with my surfboard and I still have a black eye. Last summer I fell off an electric scooter. In both cases, it was user error. Story of my life.