Ozzy in one of his common bursts of spontaneity suggested that we go fishing at Green Timbers today. In trying to access my database of excuses as to why I can't/won't leave the house, I came up empty-handed, thus I agreed to go. For those of you who don't know, I am agoraphobic, which means that getting me to leave the house is akin to trying to stick butter up a wild cat's ass using a hot poker. However, I was feeling particularly accommodating today. The weather was ideal: Cool ...