The brilliant frustation

So, it's Wednesday. I'm a bit on edge due to having the responsibility to teach the teen class tonight at church. Also, Kristine is still sick, and hating it. She went to the doctor yesterday to receive the diagnosis-- a sinus infection. So she was given some antibiotics and cough medicine, and is doing whatever she can to recover and get back to work. The brilliant frustration of mine is basketball. . . and the fact that I haven't been able to play a game with someone of my calibur or better since Early last year. What makes it worse is hearing and reading about it, not only of pro and college basketball, but from close friends and family. David goes weekly to play with people his age or older, and Timothy played for the first time in a long time on Saturday. Both have eagerly let me know how much they enjoy it. I would love to play with some people taller than 4 1/2 feet tall that can actually compete with me. Oh, well. . . I guess that just proves my love for the game. It's like an unreachable itch. I'm almost to the point where I can't stand it. Unfortunately, I'll have to wait a bit longer. I guess that's all I've got for now. Continue to keep us in your prayers, and stay tuned.