Relative Something

Yesterday was a fine transition from the crazy world of post-flood recovery, niece & nephews mania, lost drain caps, and glorious lake and woods, to the calm normalcy of house, yard & garden, Kitty, mail pile and phone messages. It is an off-day for the riders of the Tour and I think I am ready for the break. A little morning soccer and then a day of work will put me back into a routine that allows me to be prepared for the next adventure life throws my way.

For some reason, I feel very ready for a Monday day. Maybe it’s that great dose of playing guitar on the beach I was able to do yesterday. Priceless. I know we need the rain, but the beautiful sunny weather was really a treat. The moon was awesome over the lake the last few nights and the clouds in the sky on the ride home were somethin’ else. That’ll get me through a few days stuck inside a work environment, I hope.

Tuesday I get to return to the wonderful distractions of the Tour de France.

Bring on a Monday!

(…Monday the 13th isn’t a bad thing, is it?)