Mornings

We've been on the court for 50 minutes, it's not yet 7.30am and it's hot. Too hot. I think it's the heat making my shots loop but really it my lead feet, and lack of follow through. Maryann goes to get Gatorade while I sit down in the shade and stretch my back. Sand sticks to my socks and calves. She returns with a banana. We share it in the shadow of the SCG. She thinks the US and China will end up at war. That's what her website it about. When she gets to Columbia she's going to join lots of clubs: tennis, netball, and skiing. She thinks she needs to meet people. I think she needs to stop.