Saturday morning I got up early dressed quietly,… made my lunch, grabbed the dog, slipped quietly into the garage to hook the boat up to the truck,… and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour. There was snow mixed with the rain and the wind was blowing. I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad throughout the day. I went back into the house, 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.” She sleepily replied,

“Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that shit.”