April 18th
In a few days I turn 32. Weird, feels very old and I feel tired. One day of tennis competition on Sunday and I feel exhausted on Monday. I don't remember feeling like that 10 years ago, or was it because I could spend the morning in bed recovering and the afternoon listening to a relaxing lecture rather than having to hammer away at a keyboard in the hope of making an impossible deadline?
My tennis nerves have got better in so far that I can now analyze that although I am nervous I do seem to be enjoying my tennis match - and that hopefully, please, if I relax, my forehand may come back to me at some point in the match???? B does not understand that one can be so fanatic to get so nervous. I hate playing so badly in matches when I play so well when I practice, that makes me nervous... OK, the reasoning may be somewhat circular but try telling my forehand that. Anyways, I did win my singles, we'll not mention the mix I played six sunny hours later.
Tomorrow for the first time in my life I receive someone to help clean our house. Scares me a little but probably not as much as her, I have seldomly met someone so shy. She also speaks very little Dutch, so it is going to be an interesting experience. We'll see.
Time for bed, have to get back to my article early tomorow.