Frozen in Time Gal has settled in to hit a shot. Soon she will hit the ball. Any. Time. Now. There she goes. Nope. Still frozen. She's thinking. About something. Here she goes. Nope. She still hasn't moved. Maybe she died in her golf shoes and her body went into rigor mortis. Wait. I saw a flicker of life. Now she's got it! Nope, false alarm. Just a waggle. My mind is wandering now. I need to pick up milk on the way home.