already, i'm knee-deep into the thrid "log on the reactor",
and the wife says to me this mornin' as i'm collapsing into
my side of the bed, "Are you going to be fishing EVERY night?"
to which my reply was, "Yes,,,,,,,,,,yes, I am." ohhh, i'll pay BIG TIME at some point.
why else would i have such a comfortable couch to sleep awn?
