Ol' Rocking Chair...

(apologies for re using an image)

Jack Teagarden was a Dixie land trombone player with a raspy whiskey voice who used to sing a song, Ol' Rocking Chair's got me. I haven't been paddling long distances, but I have been spending a whole lot of time in the boats. Instead of feeling stronger and stronger, I feel more tired, more listless and weaker (although my strokes, per se, are strong...but I digress).

There is a dreaded condition called over use syndrome, but I don't meet all the criteria. Thankfully...it can take a year to recover. Maybe my brain is noting the shortening of days and the coming of winter with its darkness and penetrating cold. Still, I haven't been in a boat since Monday, and I still don't feel rested, in spite of adequate sleep.

We, Lady Linda and I, are headed to Minneapolis for a wedding. We drive up today and return Sunday. Alex and Ron will be away, so I won't be getting into a boat for at least another four days. This will be a time to relax, be with my daughters, son in law, son-in-law-to-be and, most importantly, my grandson Joseph. Perhaps my body will feel healed after that. At least, I know, my soul will.

Paddle safe...

DS