Still no fish. Saw these guys on Highway 512 two times now. John says I should have brought one home. I gave it serious thought until I gave more serious thought to who would pluck it.

Cabin fever getting worse. John's out front "fly fishing" with his snow boots on. Found Gabby trying to bury her tennis ball in the snow out by the wood shed. There's nothing on TV and a half-finished (or half-started, depending on your point of view) basket drying out on the dining table. Hard time getting going today.