I just got back from a visit to the shoulder surgery doctor and he said that I've progressed to the point that I can do pretty much anything I want to, as long as I can stand the pain. Upon close questioning, he admitted that fishing was included, as was flying if I could flap my arms fast enough.
Now I get back home, look at the weather for tomorrow and find that the d@mned wind is supposed to blow like the wrath of Mama for the rest of the week. There just ain't no justice in this world for a po' boy like me. I'm gonna have to try it anyhow---it's been since the middle of July. I know I won't be able to fish very much, but Haywire is going to get a hook wet, one way or another.
Poor me.
Did somebody laugh?
Oh, I know who it was. "If you want to hear God laugh, tell him your plans."

