Almost quitting time. Totally fed up with work today. Meetings from hell. He-said-she-said Email pissing contests, and everyone sniping at each other.
I swear, on days like this, I almost feel like crying.
Time to go home. Tired. Exhausted. Head fuzzy. Almost feel like I have the flu. Need to lie down.
Collapse on couch. Fall asleep to an old M*A*S*H re-run. Brain turned off. Unconscious.
Wake up. Still tired. Body still all wound up from work. Can’t shake this fuzzy feeling in my head.
Get in truck, drive to ice-cream store, and get a large chocolate-peanut-butter on a waffle cone.
Already the day is starting to look better.
Continue driving for a while, and then pull into side road off the main highway.
Turn onto gravel road, avoiding rocks and washouts.
Arrive at desitnation. Plop canoe in water.
Paddle, and try not to re-live the past 12 hours.
Listen to red-wing blackbirds, white sparrows and loons.
Laughing at the angry chatter of the asshole-squirrels.
Feeling less anxious.
Observe Zen-like golden reflections in the mirror-smooth water. Head slowly emptying.
Feel tug on line. Reel it in, and land a feisty little pike.
A magnificent toothy little bastard.
Remind myself: “You caught a fish!”
Therefore, today, no matter what has happened, or what will happen, is a GOOD day.
Enjoy the last few minutes of sunlight.
As the sun sets, see clouds move in. Hear thunder.
Very faint and distant. Felt, rather than heard. Sending shivers up my spine.
Load canoe on car. Drive home in the dark.
Head clear now.
And mentally recharged.