Everything pointed to the day being wrong. The skies were gray and cloudy, threatening rain, with a steady east wind that harbored ill feelings toward fisherman. The temperature was in the mid-60’s but felt colder because of the clammy breeze. On the eighth day of my vacation, the weather gave every possible excuse to stay home and be productive. However, I had made great headway on the to-do list and my kids had reached critical mass of summer vacation boredom. About 4:15 p.m. my last nerve snapped so I went fishing.
It's good to be wrong
It's good to be wrong
It's good to be wrong
Everything pointed to the day being wrong. The skies were gray and cloudy, threatening rain, with a steady east wind that harbored ill feelings toward fisherman. The temperature was in the mid-60’s but felt colder because of the clammy breeze. On the eighth day of my vacation, the weather gave every possible excuse to stay home and be productive. However, I had made great headway on the to-do list and my kids had reached critical mass of summer vacation boredom. About 4:15 p.m. my last nerve snapped so I went fishing.