...after a nightmare. I had a hard time going back to sleep and then was off-kilter all morning and into the afternoon. But I concentrated on some tasks and things got better in time for me to truly enjoy kayaking after dinner without even a remnant of the bad dream and its wake.
And as an extra sweet thing: one of our neighbors' boys was out on the lake in a speedboat with a friend, and when he turned the wheel over to his friend he said something like, "Watch out for that kayak up there," meaning me. The boat was far enough away that I'm pretty sure he didn't think I could hear him. And though I don't mind boats coming close (I like the waves), I really appreciated his thoughtfulness.
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