Just a Field Trip

A drive, a pick, and a concert make a Sunday

Not many middle-aged dudes still want to mix it up in a circle pit during a death metal show, but the ones that do are not to be trifled with. I have to think some folks were calling off work Monday morning.

There are so many lessons that never stick, no matter how many times life tries to teach them to me.  It feels good to have exercised, even if it took a Herculean effort to get off the couch and do it.  I’ll pay for that lack of sleep later, whether I want to or not, when my body decides it’s ready to collect.  I have to write a book one bite at a time, lots of times, or it never gets done.

And if I don’t go on my little excursions every now and then, I start to get a little stir-crazy and crispy around the edges, and that makes it even less likely that I’ll do any of those other good things.