So, today is my day off. It also happens to be the warmest March 15th on record here locally (or damn close). Once I finally got out of bed around 10am, I decided to make the most of it.
I went fishing for about 3 hours. Caught some small fish, threw them back, but catching fish isn’t really that important. Then I went hiking a nearby trail. Got myself a nice sunburn while I was at it.
Once I got home I ate pizza, watched the final few episodes of Sports Night and an episode of Doctor Who I hadn’t seen before. All in all, hell of a day.
So why this curious melancholy? Of course I already know the answer. I just don’t want to share.