Let the vacation begin. Much anticipated and as always feels I’m escaping from the insane asylum that is my job, which I’m generally happy about though yearly the manner that my workload expands leading up to walking out of my cubical seems to be a conspiracy of the cosmos to push me to the limits of patience. This year was no exception – I left the office Friday at 8:30pm.
This year it’s a man and his dog excursion. With sunny skies Patches and I had a good trip up to the Lake with a truck load of gear that I hope to put to good use. Bike, kayak, even a pair of walking poles. As the morning mist made way for a calm breeze and clear sky my first morning I opened the door to the sound of nearby machinery – the neighbor, semi-retired I believe, was operating a wood-splitter for apparently an all-day project. I visited a bit to get a scope for what his plans were for the week, stay tuned, it may be an abbreviated stay. Later in the day I ventured south retracing my Sunday drive to pick up my mother-in-law, Margaret, who was shuttled up from a hospital further south by Carol for her to return home after a short stay in a hospital. Presently Margaret is staying at the camp with Patches and I.
Besides purposeful relaxation and recreation is beginning a recent book by Neal Asher, Zero Point the second of a trilogy following The Departure, which I read early this year. I'm well into the story now and is building up nicely in classic Asher fashion.
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