I screwed up.

I screwed up, it's not really that bad outside.

This weekend was the first in quite a while that I had some free time to fish. Of course, the weathermen decided to play a cruel joke on me and tell me that there was going to be snow this weekend. Well there wasn't. It was surprisingly warmer than was predicted with only light, off-and-on showers.

So as I sit here, watching the water slowly running down my window, I can't help thinking about how nice it could be if things were different for me.

The rain has stopped, the hurting hasn't.