I’ve not posted anything in the past week. I’ve been distracted with my departure and going through a bad case of the “pee pee dance.”
Have you ever needed to go to the bathroom while driving, but decide to try and get home first? Somehow, you’re able to hold it in, but, for whatever reason, as you pull up in front of your house, the urge to go increases ten-fold. Then, as you open the front door, you’re not sure you’re going to make it to the bathroom. The pee pee dance is that anxiety one feels as they near their objective. In my case, I was so close to going home, I couldn’t think of anything else and was chomping at the bit to get out. Yeah, sure, I tried keeping my mind distracted by going to the river and try fishing, but honestly, mentally, I was too far gone. All I could think about was leaving and didn’t really care about fishing. “Oooh! How dare you say that?”
Here I am—430am—sitting at the airport in Missoula waiting for my 6am flight. Now that I’m here, that sense of urgency has dissipated some.
I’ll be home for a week or two before I come back out, albeit elsewhere in Montana—Butte, Bozeman, Helena.
I’ll definitely get some outdoor time back home. I’m looking forward to some creek fishing for bass and catfish. I’m also looking forward to some shooting. “Yeah, yeah! You say that now, but will you actually do it when you get home, or bum around the house for a week?”
