I went fishing on Saturday with Dee's dad and youngest sister. I learned to bait my own hook with minnows and cast my own line. I caught a pickerel and two bass, of which we threw one back for being too small.
This week has been a bit long, having to work full days again after not working a single full day last week because of the heat and then rain. I had a nice welcome back yesterday though. I got locked in the porta john for the entirety of our first break. It was like a bad movie or nightmare or prank... I laughed for the first 15 minutes thinking how I could just sit there and not work the rest of the morning. Then I got hot and realized how much it would suck to get left in there any longer with no reading material, phone, or anything. Finally I saw (through the air vents I was peeking out of) the van doors close and the vehicle begin to move in my direction. It wasn't until I heard the girls' voices that I realized just how relieved I was to be rescued and I began to cry.