Feeling so much better today. Went kayaking right after work with R., and had the most lovely time. We arrived at Barton Lake just before sunset, and paddled all through the golden hour on water so still that it seemed a shame to dip your paddle in. We made it upstream on Portage Creek as far as the bridge at 22nd street, and saw fishes great and small, cranes, herons, and an absolutely enormous beaver, all in the fading light under the barest slender crescent of first-quarter moon. It was such a gorgeous night, not a cloud in the sky, that we lay back in our kayaks and just watched the stars come out. We were far enough away from the city lights that we could clearly see the Milky Way; the sky at its darkest with the moon long gone. Satellites and airplanes and shooting stars, with Venus and Jupiter so huge in the sky that they seemed artificial.
When I got home, all de-stressed and happy and stinking of swamp mud, I found that Paul had spent the evening cleaning the house and running errands so that I could have most of the day on Saturday to relax and make comics. Ladies, you might think you have the best husband, but I'm sorry to tell you that mine is the bestest in all the land. And people wonder why I don't care about flowers or cards or Valentine's Day.