Last night there were zero NHL hockey games on television. Not even 1. It was very unsettling.
As a result, I came within inches of forgetting to do today’s Wilderness Walk, as my mind took a genuine and honest break from hockey for an entire evening. I saw no images of hockey players, avoided thinking about my next storyline, and even stopped considering whether or not Alex Ovechkin’s brilliant career will simply fizzle out without a Stanley Cup win. But then, as I was brushing my teeth late last night, I got this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, as I sensed that I was forgetting to do something.