1) My hearing-aid is finally getting fixed.
2) Stir-fry and board-games with a friend last night. He made the stir-fry (various sweet peppers, celery and beef strips, accompanied by white rice), I made a delicious smoothie (Orange juice, fresh raspberries and blueberries, vanilla yogurt and a banana; it was a nice fruity smoothie with a bit of a blueberry aftertaste) and we tried to figure out how to play Race for the Galaxy.
There was some fun as we each tried to find a way to make the other guy pick "Produce" or "Consume", and so the game lasted a little longer than perhaps it should have. The friend ended up beating me by 11 (39 to 50), as he had two six-point development cards out.
It's a fun game; I like the "optimization" type games, and I appreciate how the game does not allow players to screw each other over at all. Not that a bit of screwage isn't fun at times in a board game, but it's nice every so often to play a game that focuses on progressing faster rather than slowing your opponent down.
3) Played tennis with two friends. It's my 3rd time out on the court in the last 3 or 4 months, and after we played king-of-the-court for a while, a fellow from the other court, who is a CPA in a town nearby, decided to join us. I think he played tennis while in college (probably a decade or so ago, if I had to guess), and so he and I rallied for a while while my two friends (who just started playing last year) rallied on a different court.
I was hitting my backhands better than I've ever hit them, as I finally switched back to a two-hander and apparently figured out my footwork. He was the better player by a pretty decent margin, but it was cool just being able to keep up with him and win a few points.
I wouldn't be able to hold my own in a match against this guy without a solid month of work on my serve (at least!) and serve-return, and even then, would probably not do much better than a 6-4 set (with him winning and me playing at my absolute best), but it was still pretty cool to be able to hold my own in rallies.
4) Mumbles and Dusty, two poets from Sacramento, were in Omaha and needed a place to stay. I saw them perform at the National Poetry Slam last year (in a duet piece, actually), and so (after a phone call to me by a member of the Omaha poetry community) they drove down to Lincoln, arrived at 1 am, and we talked for a bit. I had an air mattress set up for them, and I think they were happy to not have to sleep in their cars. I imagine that they are still asleep.
I'm off to make a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch. It will probably have very thinly sliced apples in it.