My plans for this weekend may be severely affected by the weather. I’ve had spring fever all week, but there is a storm coming in. Low snow levels, high winds, you know the deal. According to my handy-dandy wrist attire, the barometer is dropping hard and fast.

I guess we’ll see how it goes.

My plans for Sunday were abruptly changed today after a phone call from Jon. He called from the hospital due a ruptured appendix. Ouch. He gave me some good advice…

“If you ever have stomach cramps that are so bad that you double over in pain, see a doctor”

Um, ok…

After wishing him the best, I thought about what I would do instead. East, West, North, South?

West was the first direction that was nixed. I just hate going to “the valley”. I spent most of my life in that damp and populated section of the state. I really despise the thought of spending any of my free time visiting that area.

So, I have decided that I will go East. The cabin on the “3-letter-word” river is open. Sean is willing to tag along and the weather should be optimal for a great hatch.

I’ll try and post a report.

G