Part of me didn't want to come down as I had so much to do, but once I got there, it's delightfully pleasant
Isn't it often this way? It seems like half the time (or more) I have this nagging voice telling me it's a waste of time, I should be working, etc, but then when I get on the hiking trail or where ever, I have the time of my life. How did Vonnegut put it... Something like "We are here for farting around and don't let anyone say otherwise".