Some weeks are just losers. Slogging through work - typical "middle of the process" stuff, and nothing amazingly awesome or strenuous going on at home. Still losing weight, but still doing it slowly. Overall...uneventful. But a phone call can always change that, and it did last week when a local buddy called and proposed, "hey we should paddle the creek behind your office one afternoon." Now the "office canoe" is an old 17' Grumman and it weighs "a little bit." With J's help and a dose of good attitude, we got it down to the ramp (300' from the office) and into the creek.
J and I are fairly close but hadn't debriefed about life, work, and the outdoors for quite a while, and so we had a great paddle. We were hoping for jumping fish, but only got a nice sunset and evidence of some beaver activity in the tidal section of the creek. I think we originally thought we'd chat about work related topics (we do some work together) but we somehow ended up talking about the wives (all good stuff, I promise), kids, and just the accelerating speed of life overall. Mellow. Nice. Funny how that works.