My father was cutting up some wood and asked if his city boy son (city boy, not sissy boy I’d like to stress) would like a turn. I did, and took the chainsaw and proceeded to cut up some wood AND avoid any great and lasting physical injury. The whole time I was cutting, however, I had this eerie sensation of a lot of little eyes watching me. Sure enough, I turned around and three black squirrels were about 15 yards away.
With the cutting done, I went shopping. Nothing extravagant, but it was a sustained effort. I’m one of those people that will go months without buying anything of note, then go on a bit of binge. This was more window shopping than actual buying, but it was distracting which was nice.
Then I went for a walk. I actually don’t know how long I was gone because I didn’t take my watch or my Blackberry. I just felt the need to go. To be somewhere else. You know that feeling? To just be your body while your brain checks out.