Broke the Mexican pattern Sunday night, after work.
Hopped on over to the Catfish Parlor, down south, for a change of pace. None of the crew I knew was there, and after a few comments from myself – I’m usually a jerk after working all day – the sweet Pisces interjected that she was glad she wasn’t anything more than a friend.
Work was good. Not stupendous, but certainly not bad.
Thinking about my London trip.
I think I hooked the big girl bass again last night. Didn’t land her, she shook the hook. But from the way she was thrashing, it sure looked like the same old girl in the same old place. Would’ve turned a good weekend into a highly successful weekend. Only thing missing was a fish.
