What a day!
The wonderful news of the world-entrance of Brendan Christopher Lorio — the latest addition to the New London Lorios — was followed by the less-wonderful news that Mason needed a late-night trip to the emergency room to examine some eye goop that strongly appeared to indicate conjunctivitis.
Turns out I should be a doctor, because about two hours after we arrived at Concord Hospital, that was Dr. Lynch’s assessment as well. He handed us some ointment, we said our goodbyes, and we were off. Home by 11:30, and it was shooting time.
What we’re discovering with the outdoor shooting is that depending on the conditions and my aptitude on a particular night, 1,000 shots is usually done somewhere between 75 and 85 minutes … it’s typically 80, or an hour and 20 minutes, and last night that’s just about where we were. But rather than just knock out the 1,000 or 1,200 and go to bed, I figured it might make some sense to hang around for a little while longer and do a double session — 1,200 for Saturday, April 3, and 1,200 more for Sunday, April 4.
So now it’s 1:30 p.m. on Sunday, and based on the way I’m dragging myself around, I’m not sure if was the best move to shoot until 3 a.m. this morning … but I do know that we’re at 204,907 down and 795,093 to go to 1 million made foul shots, I’ve got a free night, the Yankees are at Fenway for Opening Day, and I’ll be on the couch watching.
Welcome to the world, Brendan!