Ok, I’m done.

I had a pretty good weekend. Everything is booked for Alaska. I did a long walk and a hike in my boots to break them in. I browsed the antique and classic boats that were in the village this weekend. I had a chance to catch up with my uncle (and namesake) who was in town playing in a golf tournament with my dad. Went out to breakfast. Went fishing (and caught a very nice 16″ bass). Did some gear shopping for Alaska. Enjoyed a cigar (or two…). Last night we had some family over for dinner, enjoyed some steak and a really terrific salad. Played a little bocce. And then at about 8:30, I was done. Just hit a wall. So I quietly slipped away and went and read for a little while before bed.

It was not my intention to be rude or anything. I was just done. Sometimes it happens. It’s happened before where I’ve stuck around despite having hit that wall and it’s like flipping a switch on the anxiety- once I’ve realized I’m getting uncomfortable those feelings take off. So when I start feeling like that, I just need to pull out and move on.

Throw up my hands like George Costanza and declare “That’s it for me!”

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