Sunday looked at the forecast for the week and decided to play hooky from work after a doc appointment on Tuesday. Gave the boss the heads up and talked to the real boss to make sure the big guy was picked up from school. Checked the forecast again and windy. Then checked again and real windy. Looked outside, trees a blowing like crazy, 20 MPH wind gusting to 25.
Decided not to go fishing as I did not want to fight the wind all day on the water I wanted to fish. Went back to work. And banked a credit with the real boss.
Years ago (when I was single and younger) I would have said, so what I am going anyway. A minimum hour one way drive to battle wind was not a big deal with the possibility on maybe catching a fish, no problem. Blown around the lake going home with a sore back and knees and no fish, no problem.
Now limited time to catch a meal or two and a lifetime believer in Vitamin I (Ibuprofen). Talk about changing priorities.
Getting older, wiser or whatever? I say whatever.
Ok, enough whining.