A date with Nemesis

About the only kind of date I can get these days!

I'm off to spend the afternoon with my most formidable regular pool antagonist, New Dad, at his penthouse in the northern 'burbs - where he has his own pool table.  Last time I did this, I came away with only 3 or 4 games out of 15.  Let us hope for better this time.

I feel as though I've cast off the shroud of gloom that's dogged me for the last couple of weeks and was responsible for the utter misery I suffered at the Pool Bar two Mondays ago (I took a bit of a drubbing from JK at The Brick last week, but I was much happier with my game; not an entirely 'serious' competition that time - it's not a great table, and we were both horsing around a bit).  I'm feeling some confidence, some 'hunger' for the game again now.  Then again, I've been sick as a dog for the past few days and suffering from insomnia - so that may not help.  We shall see.

I sense that today may be an important predictor of how the rest of my week, and perhaps the whole of this month, is going to go.

Wish me luck!