I went to the sporting goods store today and picked up a ball returning pitch net that I can set up in one of my complex's large recreational areas.
After it took about an hour to assemble, I must have been out there throwing for like 4 hours. I got so tired that I stopped going after ground balls it launched back at me, but I still love chasing down the flies. I just kept a bad of a dozen new baseballs behind the pitcher's mound (well my pretend version of one anyway).
Previously, I went to my storage to retrieve my baseball glove. I said "hello" to all my Star Wars stuff I have in there. Oh - and I found my wetsuit for surfing, too! I brought that home as well, plus some Queensryche CDs I'd been missing (but still desperately want to find "The Warning").