1. Playing shortstop in a fastpitch game on a 70 degree Saturday in June.
2. Eating a giant brisket and sausage sandwich and washing it down with a monstrously huge coke.
3. Walking in the woods with Morgan--his legs restored to perfection.
Instead, I'm grading. Nothing that horrible about grading. It's just not as much fun as the above, or about three hundred other things I could list if I didn't need be grading.
