On Saturday morning I got up early. I put on my long johns.
I dressed quietly. I got my lunch made, grabbed the dog and
went to the garage to hook up the boat to the truck - and down
the driveway I went.
Coming out of the garage rain is pouring down; it is like a
torrential downpour. There is snow mixed in with the rain, and
the wind is blowing 50 mph.
Minutes later, I returned to the garage. I came back into the
house and turned the TV to the weather channel. I find it's going to
be bad weather all day long, so I put the boat back in the garage,
quietly undressed and slipped back into bed.
There I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a different anticipation,
and whispered, "The weather out there is terrible."
To which she sleepily replies,
"Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that weather?"
