It’s raining here. The rivers are flooded so there is no fishing.
It’s not windy so the ferry left today. I wasn’t on it. There were too many people ahead of me who have been trying to get out of here for going on two weeks now. I was supposed to be on a plane back to Virginia tonight. I called the airline and open-ended my reservation.
The wind returns tonight. I am betting the ferry will be canceled Saturday and Sunday so I have no hope of catching a standby ride out of here. I have a reservation for Monday. To say I am praying for the wind to lay down on Monday would be a huge understatement.
I told my boss I would have a column for Sunday. I have no idea what I will write about. Maybe all the things I like and dislike about this rental RV that has been my shelter for more than three weeks now?
So while I mull that over I have been catching up on Outdoor Writers Association of America administrative tasks.
I just made myself a bacon, egg and cheese English muffin for lunch. It was tasty.
Small victories, folks. Small victories.