I savor my time off. I wear girl clothes and go to a barbecue with friends I haven't seen in months. The next night I have dinner with some other good friends.
I take my kayak out for the first time of the season. The campsite hosts approach eagerly, excited to see someone using the canoe/kayak ramp at the lake. "I've never seen anyone get in a kayak before," the man remarks. I get in, hopefully gracefully, and glide out into the lake.
I float around and gaze at the houses on the lake. Cute cabins are interspersed with fancier homes.
There's no point in wondering what's next. There will be fires, or there won't. If there aren't, there will be friends and hiking and kayaking on rivers and lakes. I'm ready for any of it.