I rarely pay attention to astrological events. (And I’m not referring to any of the giant meteors that are expected to hit this afternoon in D.C., New York, and—please, God—wherever that call center is that keeps telling me I’ve won a cruise to the Bahamas if I’ll attend a four-hour investment seminar.)

But June 21 passed the other day. That’s the summer solstice, the longest day of the year. Since then, without making a lot of noise about it, the sun has been getting up a bit later and going to bed a bit earlier. Daylight hours will continue to decrease until about December 22, when they’ll start getting longer again. Until, of course, they decide to get shorter again.

Shortening days means hunting season is coming. The approach of hunting season means it’s time to start shooting my bow again. Shooting my bow again means strain on my rotator cuff again. And that means reaggravating the injury that left me unable to shoot my bow for six months. I mention all this merely to note how injuries, like the seasons and hunting, may be cyclical.

The only difference this year is that I’ve been doing rehab exercises for about six months. My hope is that by doing these and limiting my shooting, I’ll be good for the season. I’m starting by shooting just four arrows a day. My first 20-yard group was abominable. Above is what today’s looked like.

I guess I’ve got my work cut out for me.