Another day very similar to a lot of the others that we've been blessed to receive but it will be unique in it's own right as nothing ever stays the same, no matter what we think. Today the clouds are hanging around as if the plan is to prepare the lay so the bad forecast for tomorrow can be worse.
If one can waste time fishing I sure am a very wasteful person. They aren't biting yet and I'm thinking that not catching anything might be called a waste of time by more than a few folks but there sure is a powerful feeling of contentment that comes while casting and retrieving the lure over and over. This is especially so if fishing pretty early in the morning before the boats begin their nasty loud wave making sounds as they flash in and out of this cove. The drivers are all searching for some kind of pleasure that must be just around the point or maybe the next point. I don't know what drives them. They leave out of here as if they have a place to go but I know they usually come back having been nowhere. I think we used to do that but I have no idea what we were looking for back then either.
It is a lot like my waste of time trying to type something every day. I begin like I've got something to say, speeding along with my three typing fingers only to come clear down to the end before realizing that I had again gotten here as always the case, without getting nowhere.
"We are inclined to believe those whom we do not know because they have never deceived us." - Samuel Johnson
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