If Emily can have her Sunday Tippets and Troutrageous! can have his Nibbles, I was going to have Friday Thingamabobbers. It was either that or the Friday Fish Fry. (And I'm not even Catholic!)
Without belaboring the point because everyone knows most of what's been going on in my life for the past 6 or so months, sometimes we get overwhelmed by circumstances in our lives. I know I have. It's important that we tackle whatever issues face us, but probably more important to remember to take time for ourselves. It's called good mental health.
Without a timeout once in a while, it becomes more and more difficult to face and solve those pressing life issues. I've been saved more than once by this blog. When nothing fishy is going on, I've always been able to fall back on the blog and you folks. In between, my hobbies take my mind away from my worries. Perhaps if I'd get out and go fishing, which cures most ailments, the clarity that I always seek on the water would drop an answer on my head. See what I mean? No doubt, even a small temporary escape from problems is good medicine for fly fishers.
So remember, the next time you're up to your ass in alligators, instead of worrying about draining the swamp, ask yourself, "Where's my cast iron underwear?"