How could someone screw up days off work? Me, that's who. Usually I get so tensed up at the opportunity to embrace the gift of unrestrained time I get set on this frenzied autopilot and do nothing but housework until a better idea comes along. Inevitably I end up at the end of a stretch of time and look back at a trail of domestic breadcrumbs that the birds are nearly finished eating already. Laundry and dishes are a noble-enough goal, but there's got to be more to life.
And so there was.
- I took my family to a trout internment camp in Sonora with my wife & son and "caught" some of the easiest fish on the planet.
- I ate like a king (but not like a hog), including genuine French red wine and Brie cheese. Also including some fresh trout.
- I picked up that damned electric guitar and dumbly plowed forward with attempts to look less like a chimp with a slippery handgun. Minor progress made, but progress!
- I picked up a book on 3D animation that I've had for months and ignored with heroically stupid stoicism.
- I got some exercise, which is always a good, if intermittent thing.
- I performed comedy at a place two hours away for no money; kicked a fair bit of ass at it, too.
