I'm Off Today

I play tennis most Fridays.  But not today.  I'm off the schedule today and already I can feel the crankiness setting in.

I jumped out of bed early hoping to find a message in my inbox that someone is looking for a sub.

I've been known to take a more active role.  I've been known to send out an email to every tennis friend I have, telling them which days I'm free to sub that week in case anyone can't make their game.  This technique has paid off well.  Women will take me up on my offer for (what I consider) outlandish alternatives.  They'll skip tennis for a doctor's appointment, or a hair appointment, or for (heaven forbid) work.  I almost understand skipping tennis to tend to a sick child, although there are tables and chairs in the lounge...a television...a snack machine...a bathroom.  Really, what more are they going to get at home?

This week I didn't send out an availability email.  I decided to just let fate take it's course.  And I don't mind telling you I don't like where it's gotten me.

There's a certain amount of shame attached to being a tennis wench.  And I feel it now, sitting in the middle of my throat.  Like a tennis ball.