Next Wednesday, I'll be in beautiful Florida fishing one of the best
fisheries in the US, enjoying the fine company of some good friends, soaking
up the warm sun, and feeling freedom from this work phone.

Then why in the hell am I feeling depressed?

Guess it could be anxiety... anxious to get there to see if Okeechobee is
anything like the lake that I've fished in my dreams on and off throughout
the week, month, year. Some dreams have been good, some have been great, but
some have been a little disturbing. I know that dreams are just the
sub-consious playing on your feelings, so I can handle the disturbing ones
as well as the great ones.

I guess I just can't wait to get there...

Those that I've met in the past probably have never seen me drink, because
it's something that I really don't enjoy... but one night next week, you
better make sure that I don't have Joe's truck keys, 'cause I think I'm due
one good one!

(Shh... Pat. Don't mention meeting me in the bar in Wisconsin last fall.
That's doesn't count.)

Are we there yet?

--
Charles Summers
Secret Weapon Lures
http://www.secretweaponlures.com