The bullheads are biting well this time of year.When: Sunday, November 27th, from 6pm to 6:30pm
Where: Upper Echo Lake
Weather: An unseasonably warm day, 63 degrees, mostly cloudy, calm wind
Barometric Pressure: 30.10in and steady
Moon: Waxing, a few days after new
Water Conditions: Stained
Maybe the title of this blog is a bit of an overstatement, but not by much. I really can't remember the last time that I was this close to losing touch with reality.
Lindsay has been away for Thanksgiving with mama in West Virginia since Tuesday. Seeing as she was coming home Sunday night, I got started on my writing early so that we could spend some time together. I got on the computer immediately after waking up and stayed parked for 4 hours straight. Around 2pm, seeing as I was so far ahead of my work, I decided to get my fishing out of the way, thus freeing up the entire evening. I even decided to bring my computer to the lake so I could make a few more calls.
Life was looking pretty swell.
And then it happened.
It's funny how a day can turn on a dime. I do my reports for The Fisherman from a template that I have saved on my desktop. Unluckily for me, I had not yet hit "Save As," when I went to close the file so I could shut down the computer for transport. I guess I hadn't had enough coffee either, because when the computer asked me if I wanted to save my changes, I blindly answered "No."
I went from being incredibly far ahead in my work to being incredibly far behind. To make matters worse, as I tried to recover the lost file, I must have accessed some files that I shouldn't have accessed and made a mess of the computer for a bit.
What are you gonna do though?
After coming back down from a whole new level of anger and depression, I told Lido what was up and begrudingly started my work over. By the time I was done, it was dark, so I went to my Sunday night hangout and caught a small bullhead before drowning the day's sorrows away in Chinese spare ribs and crab rangoon.