I'm writing this while sitting on my bunk at a men's retreat in or near the Catskill mountains in New York. I've attended this about 8 or 9 times before, and it's always been a great refresher and resetter for me. I brought my Furch travel acoustic with me and my bunk mates were subjected to several hours (non-contiguously) of torture by me playing a variety of songs from my repertoire. I had fun! Of course, the main activities had nothing to do with my guitar playing, which is why I feel comforted and refreshed.
The sun hasn't made it over the horizon yet, so we're in the blue hour. We'll tidy up the bunk house, grab some breakfast and after a final gathering, begin our trip home. It's a five hour drive, and we'll stop for lunch, so I expect to be home mid to late afternoon. This week will be the final training I give, as there's nothing more scheduled before my retirement. So many changes!
Be well, friends. Enjoy the day!