At the start of this evening, I had a choice. I could stay home by myself and do whatever I wanted (and there are always things I want to do) or go to my son's baseball game. I decided to leave it up to him. He wanted me to attend. I did. It was very windy. It was unpleasantly cold. I hadn't factored in the strength of the wind or the particular nastiness of the cold when I put a tasteful sweater over my top. Apparently a windbreaker would have been a good idea. Hence the name. Anyways, I was cold and I've had more fun experiences in my life than sitting there in those conditions. But late in the game, my son got a hit and he got to first base safely. He looked over to me once he'd made it there. It made it all worthwhile. I am so glad I went to the game this evening.