All made out of ticky tacky.

I don’t often recount hour-by-hour activities to anyone. It’s somewhat vapid and of interest only to me. But let me give a slight breakdown of yesterday, if only to gloat that I had one of the greatest single days of my life. Simple and perfect.

9:30 a.m. Woke up after a considerable sleep. I didn’t go out Saturday night, just watched a few episodes of The Office and called it an evening.

10:30 a.m. Made breakfast for myself and Matt Howard. Ate and departed for Chautauqua Marina.

11:00 a.m. Matt & I took two rented kayaks into Chautauqua Lake. Three hours for $20 is a lovely deal. We stayed near enough to the shore to remain out of heavy wake and made good time cutting around the west end of the lake. When we spied the Institution bell tower on the horizon, we opted to challenge ourselves to make it all the way to the grounds. Being who we are, we assumed the quickest, easiest way to get there would be to simply cut across the lake.

Bad plan. I felt like I was riding a tricycle on a highway of 18-wheelers. Power boats, racing boats and jet skis were coming from all directions, and even if the wakes from the major horsepower had cut down, the wind was still whipping. But the sun was gorgeous, and it wasn’t too hot. We just happened to be caught in a water treadmill.

Work can wait; there are keys under the library.

No wonder I’m a writer. God has given me the best subjects. I can’t make this up. Be prepared for a long, journal-style entry that provides nothing but the greatest entertainment.

Yesterday, Matt Howard turned 23. The most ideal way to spend a birthday? At St. Bonaventure University, of course. He picked me up around noon. It was my one day off this week; we had to drive home early this morning so I could get into the office at a normal hour. After a semi-uneventful car ride during which we called everyone within a 100-mile radius to come join us (no one came), we arrived at Townhouse 21, my former residence and the place my wonderful roommate Jennifer was living.