8 hard-chargers sallied out in balmy (and dry) gloom for the early-bird special known as Emmaus. The group consisted of (at a minimum): a bubble head, a squid, some refuseniks, some sea lawyers, a lounge lizard or two, and at least one mind bender. You can decide who was who.
After a round of kvetching about what our collective action would be in the event of an atmospheric moisture situation, we launched for a 30 minute chalk talk which enhanced strength, increased mobility and even improved our cardio-pulmonary systems.
With that portion of Emmaus complete, and still enjoying balmy, dry conditions, we decided to convene for our first outdoor java jam of the year. Alone and unconstrained in our own remote corner of the coffee world, the conversation was soon uncensored and who knows where it would have led had Jedi not expertly steered us back to a great Q source conversation on “accountability”, the language of leadership and all related things.
I think I can speak for the group in saying we all came away a little bit fitter, and a little bit wiser.
’Twas a morning upon which we can hang our hats.
Goat sends.