One day left. Time sure flies when you're surviving. My truck is back in the shop today - the ongoing AC problem is not fully resolved.
I am optimistic about my new and (hopefully improved) killie trap and bucket. Notice the small combination lock on the trap. I think this might raise a few eyebrows of would-be killie thieves in the future - not to mention the kids in the park who are just pulling up every line they see dangling from the dock. The warnings on the bucket are self explanatory but thieves don't really care much about warnings now do they?
I made up a nice plate of fluke sushi and sashimi for dinner accompanied by a couple slices of freshly baked bread with butter. I'm getting better and better at this particular loaf of bread - tweaking some of the ingredients and measurements until I come up with the perfect blend. I will continue to do this until it becomes second nature because there really is nothing like a fresh baked boule of bread with hard crust and a light, airy inside.
I'm planning on fluke fishing early tomorrow with Dad. It's supposed to be a nice day so we're going to hit the river for a couple hours to see what's biting.
It's Day 40 tomorrow! Wow! What am I going to do after it's all over? I'll tell you one thing - I need a plan. Without a plan, I will be doomed to go right back to the way things used to be. It's time to put the old thinking cap on again. A man, a plan, a canal - Panama. Say that backwards.