Saturday morning I got up early, put on my long johns, dressed quietly, made

my packed lunch and filled a Thermos, slipped quietly into the garage to

hook the boat up to the back of the Range Rover, let the dog into the

backseat,and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour.

There was snow mixed with the rain, and the wind was blowing at least 40

knots. I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered

that the forecast was bad for the rest of 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

Shoulda just went fishing anyways!