Fishing burnout is a foreign concept to me. I can't even imagine what it would be like. How could you not want to go fishing? What kind of a man would think like that?
Finally, we're home. I never thought I'd appreciate my own bed as much as I did that first night. I don't even remember falling asleep. All that happened, as far as I know, is that I fell backward into the bed and woke up the next morning in my own bedroom. It was wonderful.