On some days I have a choice.
I can either stop and fish somewhere on my way home from work for maybe a couple of hours.
Or I can let the crud that builds up in the recesses of my brain slowly drive me crazy, make me irritable, annoying or whatever those around me like to call me.
To save myself from having to listen to still more words from others, I stopped for a short sunset cruise.
Afterward I put a short note on Facebook…
Four species of fish caught, three deer watching me fish, a stunning place to spend a couple of hours at the end of the day, a big old cast iron wagon wheel, an old cast iron handle from what was probably a chest and a clam shell with holes in it from when they used to make clam shell buttons around here 100 years ago.
Not a bad sunset cruise.
And that it was.