This morning I played 2 hours of futsol and scored the perfect goal. I took a direct kick from beyond mid-field, timed it to the instant during which the goalie’s line of sight was obscured by a traversing player, and launched a cruise missile that found the upper right corner of the net. This was the sweetest goal of my life and I could never play another game of soccer and die happy. This evening the kids prepared dinner. We were treated to seasoned grilled chicken, over a bed of Rotini pasta in a marinara sauce, topped with grated Parmesan cheese. Although I hit my 20 pound weight loss target this morning, I suspect that I will be up again tomorrow after enjoying this delicious meal.