Five Years Passed Quickly
It’s five years to the day of the first day of “lockdown,” I guess. Five years since Friday the 13th, 2020, when we’d just finished setting up Canoecopia (actually that was Thursday), and Darren called off the show. I almost wish he’d done that this year. We had a great Canoecopia this year, pretty near flawless as far as Jim’s tech went. Busted ass all four days, I logged 36-ish hours and 53,137 steps. Had a great time with Lili and Gordon Colby, visiting from New Hampshire, repping for Mustang Survival. We ate great food together and apart. It was Jim’s last Canoecopia ever, thanks ever so much. He’s retiring. Darned good weekend. Until Monday night into Tuesday morning. I’m post-menopausal, so hot flashes in the night are nothing new. This was no hot flash. This was a fever. Okay, I’m just tired, I’m thinking. Or it’s the flu. Nope, Jim was feverish too. Both of us felt like crap in the morning, and I called out of work. Felt bad about it since boss’s husband was going in...
