Just got back from a day at Sea Rim about thirty minutes ago. I was too sick to go to work.
We caught two (keeper) bull reds and several sand trout. Caught a nice buzz, too.
Neighbor chick/fishing partner (also too sick for work today) cooks fish now, whilst I wash off coconut oil, stuck on sand, spilt beer, etc.
I go eat what we caught next. Then, whatever. Yes.
What is it Beowulf or one of them Olde English motherfuckers once said?
Sumer is icumen in!