Heat, Humidity and a Head Cold

Woke up Sunday morning with a sore throat. Don't quite know why, but it was pretty cold in my bedroom so that didn't help. Then Deceptive Mexican--who uses actual wood clubs--and I went golfing in sweltering heat and humidity. Now I have a head cold. It was almost worth this view:

The 17th hole. The sun was perfect for a photo, not so much for the eyes.

Did fairly well on the front 9, but then the combination of elements and feeling like crap got to me and I fell apart after the turn. I did have a great tee shot that went about 220 yards, a few nice putts and a wonderful tee shot on 17. I also only hit two trees, and the rebounds on both put my ball on the fairway, so I'm definitely getting better. Baby steps.