It’s not completely kosher, but I’m counting my youngest kid’s little league game as 4 June’s Juneathon.
My true intent was to head to the Y and do some strength after the kids were put away for the evening. But, the evening was wet, windy, and 55 degrees. The boy had a tough outing at the plate, so we hung out for a half hour after the game, playing catch and throwing batting practice.
Tomato soup and margherita pizza to shake the cold got me ready for bed, not the Y.