Stepping

It was a glorious warm day. T-shirt weather. I toiled away with others, removing masts (nautical parlance: unstepping), ferrying boats; just great fun. By late afternoon mind, I felt pretty knackered and in need of a seat, so as soon I was home I sat and my eyes closed almost immediately. Like some old bloke.
Within two minutes my phone awoke me with an incoming text to remind me it was Friday and 5:45pm, and that pals were congregating. A refreshment in prospect! I pulled off the deck shoes, pulled on the cowboy boots, and stepped out. Yeee haaaa!