No rain: tarp down, reading in the hammock
Naptime: reassemble tent fly after days of rain shift the earth.
Rain: reassemble tarp cover
Fishing: use rarely-used seatbelt for fifth passenger down the mountain
Blown tire: assist a couple of teens with their roadside emergency (their dad had taken the jack out of their car. Sucks for them.)
Return from dinner: dog now has a fishhook in her lip. Dumb freaking dog.
At lake: My attempt at hook removal fails for lack of sharp enough blade.
Return trip: nighttime and frontage is empty, except for the frantic, wet, waving kayaker needing a phone for aid for his injured shoulder and kayaking partner of unknown welfare.
At the house: Hook removal takes three to accomplish: one light, one holding, one operating.
Tonight? Bedtime hopefully requires no rescuing/emergency quelling/restrapping of anything.
Tomorrow's word: Bait
*This post is heavily edited from the handwritten version.
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