One does not simply fish without introspection.
Especially if one is fishing at the edge of a beach, with both arms freezing off, as we forgot all of our warm clothing at home. Because when we left Seattle, it was a balmy 85 degrees, and apparently nobody realized that the temperature actually decreases at night. Who knew?
I sigh as I categorize yet another fact into my list of “Things to Change When I am a Parent” that I keep in my head, when I stop and reconsider.