So, me being me, the city was getting to me and I needed some space to breathe, which is why we headed out (very last minute) to the river this weekend. Haven't been able to relax like that in a LONG time. No watches, no schedules, nothing.

Did some badly-needed yard work, which oddly enough, I find very relaxing:

Spent some quality time with a line in the water. Meet Roger the Bass. He tripped and fell on my hook:

Hung out with my amazing wifey:

Enjoyed some amazingly beautiful sunsets:

And caught up on some much needed reading. Yes, I did finish an entire Faulkner book in one weekend. Productive, in my mind:

It's funny. Most people that I know say that I "get away" alot. But, for me, I can't get away enough. The city tends to choke the life out of me. Can't wait til this is the norm. But for now, these little doeses of real-ness are very much what the doctor ordered.

-n