Although I am feeling pretty frustrated of late, as noted in previous post, I did have an inexplicably good showing on the hardwood Wednesday. Between injuring my knee and reinjuring my long-shabby shoulder, most of the improvement I should have made in the past few years of regular one-on-one competition and semi-regular full court games has failed to manifest itself. Mostly, I have struggled to make shots, even ones I could nail consistently at age 14. For whatever reason, though, I was hitting those today, as well as a much higher percentage from behind the arc than has been my habit. I know it's not much to brag about, but such minor triumphs do a lot to sustain my conviction that the year ahead is going to be better than the dreadful year -- and decade, really -- to which I recently said "Good riddance!" Hell, I once convinced myself that I'd get a job just because I made all my free throws in my ritual self-examination.