After a weekend of torrential rain the local forecast calls for sunny and warm the whole week. The sloughs and creeks are all full-up and the catfish are hitting. The grass is really greening up and the maters are looking to put on a bumper crop in the coming weeks. My Wee One discovered the flying disc in the guest bedroom and I began to wonder if she was old enough to play Catch. I found my light-duty elbow brace and thoughts of frisbee golf arose unbidden.
Damn you, Chores List!