I was going to get up "early" on Wednesday, sail for an hour or so, and get home in time to get adequate sleep to be at work by midnight. I woke up at 6:00 AM, and then rolled over again and didn't surface until 8:30... I got out of the house a bit after 10:00, got to the lake at 11:30, actually set sail (in a near absence of wind) at about 12:45, did one slow, nearly windless lap of the lake (with occasional encounters with the wake from the ski boat practicing for this weekend's water show; otherwise it is a "no gas engines" lake), and tied up at about 2:00. On the road by 3:00, home by 4:00. Six hours out of the house for an hour and change actually in the boat. (Ok, I had two meals in there, too...) The process is getting easier and faster every time I go out, and I suspect that I will get set up and strike down under 30 minutes, eventually. I hope.
Still, even in wind so slight it couldn't be felt, it was wonderful. Given the amount of anger and depression and self destruction I tend to carry in my head these days, being out on the water is amazingly cleansing. Grahame's Rat had it right: There is nothing-- absolute nothing-- half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.
On the other claw, we have the following:
Hyena: If you are sufficiently depressive to have ever once wished you had never been born, and you are not fundamentally pro-choice, you suffer from an acute lack of imagination.
Hyena: Prone to depression. Different from you.
Dementia: I get depressed...
Hyena: For YOU. Dear, you occasionally come down out of the mountains and visit Denver. I occasionally go snorkeling in the Dead Sea.
And we laughed...