With seemingly never ending problems at work, the cost of my family`s health insurance nearly doubling in the last eighteen months, our school district is flat broke, ect. ect. ect.
All it took to forget the bad parts of today were a few minutes with my bow and a milk jug target. My twelve yr old son, switched his baseball glove for his bow and soon appeared behind me. We spoke about nothing in particular, and everything in general, as arrows searched for the target.
Soon the sun was gone. I don`t ever recall weather this warm in March. Life is good.
"O what a feeling trad is!"
Good point lpcjon2