Guilty to a Tee

I have a terrible confession to make: Yesterday I played a round of golf. It gets worse. I also played a round the day before, with my 19-year-old son, Nick. The last time I played golf on back-to-back days was September 1999. The guilt is terrible. For two consecutive days, I did not revise my book manuscript or work on the copy-edited versions of a pair of new essays (they're sitting on my desk under a packet of golf tees). I did not get anywhere with the tenure cases I'm reviewing this

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