05.29.26 South Carolina moves to protect the redfish...

     Big changes coming to South Carolina starting this July 1st. While I'm not a harvest guy for those that are then it's a big deal. The limit per angler goes from two down to one. And, the boat limit is two fish per boat per day. Now, while I'll about catch and release, having a two boat limit to me doesn't seem fair to the for-hire industry. Let's say you are a Captain running a guide service out of Hilton Head. Four guys on a bachelor weekend getaway hire you for the day. In the end you can only harvest two fish even though it's one fish per person, at least on foot? I think it's a little strict. I know that does remove the potential of boats including the Captain, mate, and infants from being the "angler" that is harvesting a fish.

     They also went to the circle hook movement when bait fishing, which is a huge percentage of people who fish for redfish, and the other species down in South Carolina like jacks, tarpon, and cobia. They moved to make a minimum size hook a 4/0 circle, which is really good to protect those puppy drum. And while they can't be harvested charter Captain's do target them, they're relatively easy to catch, and they make clients happy, especially first timers and small children. 

     I'm not going to say anything just yet, but we made a move, well say say a perfect cast, we'll just see if they take a bite. I'm ready to set the hook on this one. 

 

05.28.26 And now the legal mumbo-jumbo begins...

      Selling a home, and buying a home at the same time, calls for all an hands on deck readiness 24 hours a day. While we have been trying to get things done each and everyday there comes a point where either through exhaustion or frustration that your efforts and accomplishments wax and wane day to day. Throw in day to day stuff, like work, and maintenance around the house, and we're left feeling we're not doing enough. And then there comes a point, like now, where things are out of our control and we're left waiting for the normal processes to develop. 

     Yesterday the last big items that we sold at the estate sale were picked up. It was our bedroom set that we contemplated taking down to South Carolina. We had, of course, found it on Marketplace some years ago for $500, and let it go for the same price. In the end we just rented it and we look forward in getting something new, or newer, that fits in the new place like it was designed to. One thing we see on a lot of the listings on Zillow is all the people from NY, PA, and NJ who lug their furnishings down from the north when they set up shop down south. And most times it just doesn't fit the house style or the room size and layout. It just looks out of place. So for that, and the 1,000 pounds the pieces weighed, it was good to let it go. Theresa watched as the set got loaded into the bed of a work pick-up truck before it's new chapter in life, and let's just say the operation wouldn't have received good reviews on Yelp!. But it's gone. Last night I reached over to put my phone on my nightstand only to hear the phone hit the floor. We're down to the bare bones here which is good in preparation for the move. 

     We've already decided that the move down south will be handled by the professionals. I put a post out on the Sun City Facebook page and asked for moving recommendations. A couple who just moved from Central Jersey to Sun City recommended "Piece of Cake Moving and Storage" so I dropped them a line and they got back to me. While it was hard to actually to outline all that we are bringing they came back with an estimate of $2,500. I'm sure that will go up as we finish up packing but at least the balls in motion.

     Physically and financially it makes sense to have movers handle it. The thought of Theresa, me, and Luke in the front seat of a 26 foot box truck with the Jones Brothers towed behind it just seemed like a recipe for disaster. I dodn't need any more content for the blog, there's enough of that already. And one day, I swear, this blog will return to being all about fly fishing! 

    And as we do what we can do, it's time for the actually business of the sale to begin its snail-paced journey. We have a lawyer, as do the buyers, and now it's out of our control. We still don't have a signed contract because it's a little different when you sell without a real estate agent. There's no agent contract, with the usual three day review period with inspections thrown in, this is an attorney's contract, so it gets finalized first, and then signed, and then it's binding. The pace is killing me, and my attorney let me know that we're still far away from this being done.

     Selling a home on your own means you have to be in the know and handle everything. Lawyers prefer real estate agents involved because they know how to guide the process and hit all the things that have to be addressed. When the lawyer asked me about septic inspections and well water testing I just about died. So, we're waiting for someone to check out the septic, which is luckily eight years old, and have the water tested, which we have scheduled at a price of $1,300. New septic systems run about $75,000, so luckily, and hopefully, we're good since ours is new. But it's another thing to sweat.

     And while things are still fluid with the sale why not throw in a buy at the same time. Some advise that we should sell and rent down there looking for our final chapter of life home, but that's not the way we roll. We have seen a bunch of places while we were down there over the past few years so we had a good idea of what we are looking for. Couple that with 1,000 hours on Zillow and we've been honing in, and we may have found what we think would meet our needs. 

     These 55 and over places, especially ones that are newer or currently being built, are done so on clear cut swaths of land. So that means the homes are squeezed in there like sardines and there's not much for trees and landscaping, or privacy. We found the above house which checks off a lot of what we were looking for. Interestingly it sits on a cul-de-sac and it has the 

biggest piece of the pie as far as property, a 1/4 acre with the neighboring homes sitting closer to the street, which makes you feel you're kinda all alone. 

     While we're hopeful this could be ours, but we know there's a ton of 55 and overs around the country surfing Zillow each night looking for their next home. But I could do this one. The backyard opens up to woods and water views which is perfect. But no doubt Luke will be eaten by an alligator if he wanders too close to the lagoon, so we had to consider that. So we had our real estate agent preview it and are going to make a sale and buy contingency offer in the next few days. That means another contract, and inspections, and things and a timeline that are out of our control.

     And we know to not get all that excited about the above house. It's light years away and only takes a glitch to waylay the purchase, and the sale of our home as well. Right this minute, all our buyers have to do is flake out and everything is over. And with our contingency offer having a $5,000 Ernest money attached, we could be out that money if things were to fall through. And I haven't even talked about the cost of getting this all done, and frustratingly, all of our worth and monies will come at the closing at the sale of our house. 

     So in the meantime I spend what could be productive hours teaching class, in the psych units at the hospital and TPH, and writing exams and grading papers. This Saturday I have to head down to Cape May to open and spruce that place up before it looks abandoned and like an eyesore. That means pressure washing and weeding and making it look like a summer home. While it would have been easier to just unload it I think having that will still allow us to have a Jersey place to return to. We can visit friends and family, escape the Lowcountry summer weather, escape from each other if needed, and still allow me to come back and fish the Delaware Bay and River during the spring. So while the timing now is rough, I think it makes sense to hold onto it, at least for another year. 

     We're looking forward to this next new chapter. Small house, manageable, affordable, and simple. And I can't wait to spin around Sun City in our new golf cart between trips to the gym, pool, restaurants, shopping, and fishing. And while the decisions about us and jobs will come later it's too early to make any decisions as of yet. So in the meantime I'll just picture us sitting in the lanai or on the back patio enjoying the sunset and a Guinness and watching Luke get chased around by the alligators. 

     And just some advice for someone who's pulling the trigger. If you're getting up there in age or nearing retirement start the process now. Get a dumpster and get rid of all of your past, the truth is no one cares or wants it, have a yard sale, start hitting the donation bins and 

Goodwill drop off locations, and start planning for the future. Do it before you get too old, or locked in to commitments and other people's life plans. "Get busy living or get busy dying", and yes, you're now closer to the day you will die then the day you were born.

05.26.26 The timing couldn't be worse....

     It's 18 days until I leave for Martha's Vineyard. A trip that was in the books since September 2025. During the chaos over the last two months I've tried to get out and fish but was never all in when I got down to the water, and the skunk confirms how much my half-hearted efforts paid off. Zilch.

     But now it's crunch time. We're ending and beginning a huge chapter in our lives and it calls for all hands on deck, not taking a week off to go fishing. But... In the next few weeks it'll be a mix of getting down and opening up Cape May. We have to do it not only to do it, but to make it 

look presentable for our neighbors who have already opened up and are enjoying their home away from home. That'll happen this coming weekend. And then there's going through each room and emptying out the stuff that's left and finishing up some projects we told the buyers we would handle. Tonight we should have a signed contract in hand and that will enable us to make an offer on one of three houses we have our eyes set on. In the end it might come down to buying a house from 750 miles away. 

     And then there's school. I working four days a week and still have to tighten up each weeks lecture and write the mid-term and final exams. And with the deluge of rain, and a warm-up starting today, the grass and weeds will make this place look like Jurassic Park, so I'll have to spend some time with the mower, trimmer, and blower. Be careful what you wish for. But there's no doubt we're doing the right thing. 

     The Suburban doesn't have a tow bar and wiring through the bumper for the trailer for the boat. While I know I can do it myself, as it's basically a bolt on bar, I'm going ahead and making an appointment to get someone else to install it, properly, imagine that. And then after it goes on I'll have to bring the boat and trailer down for them to tune up the axles and lights before the trip down to North Carlolina.

     Yesterday during round two of the clothes debacle I did have a light moment when I went through my ties and belts. I've had the below belt for some time, which means I never wore it. 

     Embroidered into the belt is the South Carolina state flag. On that flag are two things, the first, which looks like a moon is actually a piece of silver armor called a gorget, worn on the hats of revolutionary War soldiers, the other a Palmetto tree, which represents the Palmetto log fort 

used to protect Charleston from the invading British naval attack in 1776. It's interesting how in the year's 250th anniversary of our freedom from the British we're moving from and to places that played such a big part in our nations history. In 1776, in South Carolina, the above happened, and here in Titusville, George Washington crossed the Delaware River and won at The Battle of Trenton.

     So, that's why the Vineyard trip comes at a bad time. But, as of now, I'm still in. While all the reservations are made and the bill paid, it's being able to mentally go and have fun that I wonder about. If you can't relax and be in the moment and enjoy yourself what's the sense of going? I will have a week post trip before the closing to go all in so that is on my side. I'm realizing now how big a move this is and amazed that everything happened so quick and is going down sooner then later. 

05.25.26 And now the fun begins...

     I've realized over the years that now only did I hit the estate and yard sales and flea markets to hard buying everything from Pyrex to Lionel trains and everything else, but clothes as well. I have closets and bins full of clothes, mostly that don't fit, that I've never worn and will most likely never wear again. There's something mental there, I just don't know what it is.

     Truth be told I have probably work a few pieces of clothing 1,000 times, rather than 1,000 pieces of clothing at least once. At least I've never brought new, everything second hand, there's something mental about that. It must be some kind of body image disorder. It probably started way before I had weight loss surgery in 2013, when I topped the scales at just about 270. But even when I went down to 185, I still wasn't the fashion guy you would think I was by looking at the collection of clothes I have, well had, which could have clothed a large percentage of any people in need in any big city.

     I have, well had, too many shirts, pants, t-shirts, jackets, shoes, and socks. Add to that more belts then I knew, and that's from a guy whose pants are usually hanging down in the back. And the ties, when did I ever wear a tie. I've been a firemen, photographer, fishing guide, and nurse, no need for ties there, but I had them just in case. And when I did wear one if usually didn't go with the outfit I had on. 

     So out it went. First into contractor bags and then placed in our college dorm looking living room. A couple of chairs, a card table that is used as a TV stand, and folding chaise lounge for much needed naps. it's getting real, and real quick. While we have been in a lull this past week with the uncertain feeling of how, when and if the sale would proceed, now it's go time. 

     The truth is, buy a big house, and you could, and we did, fill it to the brim with lots and lots of stuff. There's a ton of closets here, and we did our best to fill them. The homes we are looking

at have a closet in each room and maybe an extra one somewhere on the floor plan, but those are designed to store things you use, and wear, regularly. There isn't room for an extra 500 things on hangers that don't fit and span the four seasons of the year as we see in the Northeast. A couple of this, and a couple of that, and if you don't wear it, get rid of it. There's no place to hide anymore, and bot is that scary.

     So after church today we noticed a donation bin behind the church and luckily is was just about empty. So we were able to do our first, well one of many over the last few months, clothing donation drops. As with everything else we have rid ourselves of, getting rid of all the clothes is like removing a weighted blanket that has weighed us down. Weighted blankets are great, they make us feel secure when they are on top of us, but they are also restrictive, and limit movement, and that's what too much stuff feels like. 

     For a while as I edited I was walking around in my underwear so I could try things on and off, but as the hours went by I was just once overing things and making a decision, especially after I checked the size. Our new life is coming, and maybe the outfits of old were meant to be worn during earlier chapters of my wife. Maybe it is time to start fresh, and pick up some new clothes along the way. we've already been to all the Goodwill's and thrift stores in and around Hilton Head if I need to stock up again. Or maybe, just maybe, I'll actually get some clothes that weren't owned by someone who got run over or passed away. Boy, that just might be refreshing, but it's scary as well.

      And on this memorial Day we thank all of the men and women who paid the ultimate sacrifice during their time of service in one of the branches of our military. Cemeteries are full of people who died protecting our freedoms and allowing us to remain the greatest country on Earth. Above is the message outside of the Shady Rest in Bayville, Bob Popovic's old restaurant. 

05.24.26 All systems go...

 

     Had a wonderful time with the buyers over breakfast yesterday. Everything is moving forward, as planned, even after the dreaded home inspections and contractor visits. Before they got to the house an electrician stopped by with a copy of the home inspection in hand, "The couple wanted me to look at the things in the report". "Well, c'mon in". What he was looking at was the service into the house and the boxes, which are a combination of push and screw in type. 

     I walked around with the guy and showed him the things in the report. After he was done I asked about the difficulty of replacing the panels, and the cost, "It's really not a big deal, we do it all the time". Here I've been thinking for the last 8 years that any type of improvement that doesn't involving patching, taping, or covering, would be impossible. You can, with the right people, and money, redo things from the bottom up, and correctly. 

     We came up with some stuff for the contract, full price, finish around the house what you want or can, leave what you like, close by July 1st, please leave the lawnmower. There you go. So after they left we got on the horn with our South Carolina realtor and told her we'd like to move on the house that I talked about on the blog yesterday, you know the one near the fishing. It would have to include a buyers home sale contingency but they're used to that down there. A few hours later we got a text back, "Unavailable, under contract a few days ago". 

     So it's snooze you lose down there. There are people all over the country doing the same thing we are. Downsizing and relocating and trying to buy a home on the computer. We have another house in mind, it was our #1 pick, but was a few dollars more than we wanted to spend. It still is within range of good wade fishing, in fact, it's closer. 

     As a diversion from Zillow I went and did some research on golf carts. Boy, if you don't know then you don't know. A ton of different manufacturers and a ton of dealers down there. From what I've read and seen on videos Club Car is one of the top brands, and there's a dealer just down the road from the new ranch. 

     I think that's kind of what we're looking for. A 4 Forward model where everyone faces forward. Lifted and street legal with some of the bells and whistles. Of course, I'll be wanting it in white, it'll match the Suburban. Out the door they run about $18,000. While I have always been the used Facebook Marketplace guy I might actually allow myself to buy something new for once in my life. 

Shit's going to be going down real quick. I lose a week with the Vineyard trip, IDGAF I'm going, and a closing before July 1st. Mix in four days of work per week, and the need to get down to open up Cape May, and needless to say it's go time. No rest the weary, or the South Carolina bound. 

05.23.26 What a very good day...

     

     While I was out mowing the grass for the literal 50th time this year my phone pinged for an upcoming message. I've been on high alert waiting for any movement on the sale of the house. Needless to say we've been on edge and feeling powerless since we've started working with this couple. So when I saw it was a text from Theresa and above is what I saw, which to me, could have been the beginnings of a Dear John letter...

     But then I scrolled down and red those six words, "....and we're ready to move forward". 

     While it ain't over until it's over we're still alive, remarkably. We invited them over for dinner to sit down and finalize both sides before the lawyer draws up the one and only contract. Rather then have two realtors going back and forth with each party I'd rather have it where you sit down across from each other, be totally honest and transparent, and fair, and work out the details, couple to couple, seller to buyer. And then break bread and have a drink.

     Kudos to them for being good buyers. They love the house, and want it, but that didn't stop from from not only doing the home inspection, but a separate chimney inspection as well, there's two of them with five fireplaces, and including a contractor to give them the skinny on the costs of getting what they want done. 

     The other night when the heavens opened up the water was pouring over one gutter like Niagra Falls. It's on the high roof and in a tough spot. Hard to get off the ladder and hard to reach down from the gutter line while sprawled out on the roof. My idea was for them to come over for dinner last night, when it wasn't raining, just in case one of those droplets of water, or a bunch of them, would find their way along a ceiling or into the basement. 

     So it raise a ladder on one side of the house to do an up and over to scale down to the gutter and leader that were clogged. As I perched over the gutter, looking down at a 30 foot fall, I thought, "What irony". Here I am ridiculously happy that we sold only to then haven fallen off the roof trying to clean out the gutter. Theresa wasn't around, and neither were the neighbors, so it would have been a lonely and slow death. But I survived my last trip up to one of the five roofs, three pitched, and two flat. 

     Before the good news and the Spiderman act on the roof I got a call from Maaco. "Your truck is ready". Music to my ears, what a way to start the day. So my 80 year old love of a neighbor gave me a ride into Trenton to pick her up. I don't have a name for her yet but soon will. And there she was in all of her 2004 almost looks new, from a distance, glory. 

     While my old iPhone and the different color profiles on my computer versus yours doesn't show the white very well, she is very white. And the somewhat tinted windows and black trim really pop. One of the things I liked is they took off the cargo racks on the roof and did them them over as well. 

     The only thing that looked shitty was the faded from emblem on the grill. I had painted my other trucks Chevy emblem so I went to work. With all the painting I've been doing I had lots of tape and paper around and a good can of spray paint. 

     After a couple of coats it was dry and it looked great. What also looked great was the roof and the hood. It was suffering deterioration after a 22 year old bad original paint job and a little spray paint cover up at home by the previous owner. 

     Well in the end I couldn't have been happier with the results. Now, it was a $1,600 pant job, and it surely isn't ready for one of those Barret-Jackson car collector auctions, but I'm happy. There's some overspray here and there and a little sloppy work around the doors on the inside, which I will make a return trip for them to fix, but it looks great. 

     Next up is a set of mud flaps for her to protect the body and paint from rocks and ashphalt. Then it'll be a big order over at Weather Tech for floor liners and seat protectors all the way around, which will run about $800, but so worth it. Hopefully our next home will be our last and this truck will be my last ride before my dementia kicks in and someone takes the keys from me. I'm into her for $6,100, not bad for a 22 year old truck with 120,000 original miles. 

     I sent over a text to the original owners for them to see her post-spa week visit. Vehicles that are designed for family use become part of the family, and we felt that with the owners when we bought it. Like a home, there are vehicles you hope go to a good family, and will be well cared for. I think they approve of how we're doing with their once family ride.

     It's funny how I wrote more about the truck than the house, but trust me, I'm excited. And now the work begins to get rid of what's left, decide what we're leaving, and packing up the rest for the movers to handle. With the Suburban purchase we've decided I'll tow the Jones Brothers down to North Carolina for it's own facelift and let the movers truck our stuff down to South Carolina. Right now there's no tow bar on the Suburban so I'll get that done, and the trailer onced over, before the trip down south. 

     Things are gonna move fast, which may include buying a home sight unseen, with us depending heavily on our real estate agent. We got a place picked out so we'll see if that's one we're going to put an offer in on. Today another couple is coming to pick up our bedroom set they bought during the Estate Sale and the buyers are coming over to hash out the details of the contract. I'm praying for no hard rain.

     And soon I'll be pulling out of Titusville and New Jersey, but first, and in just a little over three weeks, I been heading north to the Vineyard to finally find my first 2026 striped bass. But before that I'll have to find all of my gear, which could be anywhere and in any bin over at the storage unit. I might have to bum some stuff off the two Joe's or Abe when I get up there. No worries there, that's just the small stuff.

05.22.26 Okay, now what's the move...

 

     It seems like months ago since I tossed the old "Sale by Owner" sign into the first dumpster. Needless to say it's been a long time since we returned from the Lowcountry on January 18th. That's when we decided not to wait until next year to make the move selling the house and moving to South Carolina. You can see that recap, HERE. 

     Selling a house coupled with a big move takes lots of strategy and tactics, and lots of planning. There's no doubt we've busted our butts getting the ball in motion. One of the hard dates we planned for was today, May 22nd. 

That's was going to be the day that the home went on the open market, most likely with a realtor. Well, that's today, and we're not signed up with one and the home isn't hitting the MLS or Zillow. The plans went sideways, well hopefully forward, when a young couple saw our "Coming Soon" sign on the front lawn and gave Theresa a call. That was about a month ago and now we wait for the word if things will move forward with them, following a no-doubt brutal series of home inspections, or will we have to go in a different direction. As Tom Petty sang in his song, The Waiting, "Waiting is the hardest part". I still feel optimistic, somewhat, that these are the buyers, but only time, just a little bit more, will tell. We haven't heard a peep from them all week, which has my doubt meter raised. 

     Luckily this past Monday I kicked off the student's psych semester and the mix of classroom and clinical at Capital Health and the Trenton Psychiatric Hospital has kept my mind busy and not obsessing over things I can't control. Theresa and I are still having early AM and late PM sessions on Zillow looking at what's available down in Sun City, but that is stressful as well. Like I've said before it's hard to house shop 750 miles away. 

     But our search has produced a home that we both agree could be the one. Nice home, good location, and in a realistic price range. It's funny, as soon as we had a price agreed on the sale of our house, we moved up the amount of potential homes down there into the next price bracket. I guess we never learn. "Just some more space". "What if lots of people visit?". "We can afford it". So, with the prospect of giving some money back on the sale we became real, and responsible. The goal is to downsize and simplify, not to get the most for the most. 

      And this house is good in a fishing way as well. Sun City, in Okatie, Jasper County, is about 13 miles from Hilton Head, but there's plenty of fishy water between home and the island. 

     So while checking out the listings on Zillow and looking at kitchens and floor plans which helps rule houses in and out I look for other things as well. Sun City is a huge 5,000 acre complex and finding a home inside can be overwhelming. Things like distances to the amenities and exits are things to consider. I also pull up how the sun travels over each property to see 

what part if the house we can burn insects through the windows during each part of the day. It gets hot, like stupid hot, these days in New Jersey, and even hotter during the summer months down in South Carolina.

     When we toured some houses down there it wasn't uncommon to find handle protectors on the exterior doors, put in place so you don't get 3rd degree burns on your fingers when you go to open your door during the hottest parts of the day.

     But while doing my Google Earth intel gathering I noticed that fishable water is even closer than I thought. Part of Sun City is called Riverbend, why?, well because it borders the Colleton River. The Colleton River is a 7-mile long reach of tidewater that empties into the Chechessee and Broad Rivers and Port Royal Sound, which then opens up to the Atlantic Ocean between Hilton Head to the south and Beaufort County to the north. 

     So our home is a short golf cart drive out of the Sun City North neighborhood to Riverbend, which is just across Route 170. There the headwaters and mud flats on the Colleton River can be accessed at the Riverbend Pool and Park which is private and for homeowners, which will hopefully be us sooner then later.

     I calculated it out with the help of Google Earth and it's a 1.43 mile golf cart drive to the pier at Riverbend Pool and Park. There you can find a long pier and mud flats you can fly fish on incoming tides. 

     And what does the internet tell me about fishing in the Colleton River? Nothing but good, from reds, to cobia, to specks, to tarpon, and sharks. Sounds like a good place for me.

     I hate to say it but it might sound like I'll need some type of additional watercraft other than the Jones to access these skinny water spots. A paddle board? Yeah, no, surely I would fall in and get eaten by the gators. Kayak? I hate fishing from kayaks, but I might have to learn. At least one would get me out to the flats, channels, and oyster beds on lower tides. I'd hate to see Theresa's face when I tell her I need another vessel? In eight years she's seen a bunch come and go. My two-person pontoon boat (sold), my drift boat from the Upper Delaware (sold), my first Jones Brother's boat (sold), Jim's Jones Brother's boat (waiting for the trip south and for some plastic surgery), the first SS Archer (sold), the second SS Archer (now in the Vineyard), two kayaks (sold), and the jet boat (sold). I know it's coming, and probably sooner than later, when we get down there. Walking on those flats and oyster beds and in that pluff mud isn't easy, and can be dangerous. 

     But before that we'll have to get our hands on a golf cart so I can zip around, you know, to the gym, and the pool, and the Colleton River. I'll have to make some type of fly rod carrier so I look cool, otherwise below is what my neighbors will be seeing more often then not.

     And as I end this week in a state of flux I thought about going fishing. Surely after the rain the river bumped up a bit and there will be herring and bass navigating the higher flows....yeah right. We must be in a severe drought by now, I can't remember New Jersey being this dry in years. Soon the massive wildfires will start to flare up. After that deluge of rain the river is still at 

late summer flows. This 3rd week of May and it's running at 7,640 cfs? Cmon man? Someone is going to have to open the gates up at the New York reservoirs soon or else the crabs and bluefish will be up in Trenton due to the creeping salt line with no water keeping it in check downriver. And yes, there have been crabs, bluefish, and even a whale that has hit Trenton over the years.

     Luckily the water temps are now around 70 after almost hitting 80 during the heat we had last week. But even if things were to be different I still haven't picked up my truck after her facelift from Maaco as of yet. Maybe today, that'll make me feel better heading into the rainy Memorial Day Weekend. I already slathered the windows with Rain-X and new wipers, hopefully that'll be all she needs for a while.