Wow, yesterday was a little pitiful, I think.

Funny, because after all of that, Brock asked me to come out and have lunch with him and everything was fine.  Hooray.

Today I am going to drive up to Mooresville and get the boat ready.  It needs to be cleaned pretty badly, and since it’s Brock and I that want to use it, we should be the ones to clean it.  I’m going to clean it today, and Brock is going to de-winterize it.  It probably wont be fun, but it will be out in the sun, and that’s great.

I’m sitting here at my laptop on the kitchen table, and I’m watching Flint.  He’s laying about a foot away from the open back door, ears perked, focused on something outside.  Likely, he’s imagining himself running after a squirrel or bird.  But he’s restraining himself.  He hasn’t moved.  This is a battle of wills.   Should I go get the varmit?  Would it be worth it to be yelled at?  Or should I be good?

He should be good.  He’s going to the lake.