I wasn't underwater, but ...

I did spend a good chunk of my afternoon basket weaving. Actually that's not exactly true. I spent the day weaving a footstool! See, my co-worker, R, is an old pro at basket weaving and she even teaches classes occasionally. Every once in a while she brings stuff in and weaves with her work buddies. Being a man, I've never joined the weaving circle, but this time R decided they'd do footstools and she decided a footstool was manly enough that I could join in. Though basket weaving often is used as a low-effort comparison, this was amazingly hard work (R says baskets are MUCH easier). Regardless, here's the finished product as it was drying outside:


Never knew I was such a "Renaissance Man", huh?