Whenever I feel down in the dumps (which has been much too often lately), I give in to my introverted marmot tendencies and retreat into a depressing hibernation mode. I eschew all social activities, preferring instead to mope around alone (well, often accompanied by chocolate), feeling sorry for myself.
This has led to many a missed adventure, especially this summer. Fortunately my friends are patient, forgiving, and incredibly kind. And, magically, they are able to turn a somewhat mundane hike along I90 into one of the best afternoons I have had in a long time.
Thanks, friends, for not letting me sink.