Hattori Hanzo'd my way out, making sure not to wake the lil' ninja who snuck into bed upside down. Then, sans coffee, I silently slid into the river in the cover of darkness.
As light slowly crept through the haze, the curtains were pulled back on the soul invigorating glow of the water. Long exhales shrank my worries and I felt my head declutter. With every paddle stroke, I reminded myself of all I had to be thankful for. A short ways later, I caught a good rhythm on the 6wt flyrod and found a few little bronzbacks to go with my smile.
Back in time to rock breakfast duty and watch Saturday morning couch jumping in pajamas, Jake's theme song wasn't so annoying after my short morning session.