THE EARLY RISER
I'm all alone out on the lake at 5am in the morning. There's barely enough light for me to see the ends of my oars. I have forgotten to lubricate the oar locks again so there is a barely audible squeak from the left oar as I slowly head out for the south shore. I stop to fish around in the bottom of the tackle box for the sewing machine oil. I know that if I ignore that oar it's going to bug the hell out of me till I fix it.