I find hiking in the woods to be quite relaxing, although it takes some effort, most of which is expended in just leaving the house. But last weekend I discovered that my favorite patch of woods was posted with signs indicating a deer control program, meaning bow hunting, except on Sunday, through the end of February. Moreover, I discovered game cameras in place. So that's out of the picture for a few weeks. Pity. I did see deer now and then. Yesterday, we had a company outing. It was a fancy boat cruise with a luncheon. I was very tired when I got home last night (we returned to work at about 3:30). There was a band and dancing, eating and drinking, yet it was very relaxing just the same. I didn't have to drive there, which was about 25 miles away, find parking in the middle of town, fix anything to eat or wash dishes. It was relaxing in some ways, less so in other ways. I find lying in bed and reading something to be about the most relaxing thing I ever do, one level short of sleep. Whatever you do to relax, I wouldn't call it an art.