Enjoy fishing with your brother, though. Brothers are special.
I guess you missed the part where I said it was not going to happen. We live about twelve hundred miles apart.
Fishing together would take months of planning.
The fact that he called me to tell me that we were going fishing this week was quite troubling to me.
Nothing I would love more, but things are no longer like that for us.
My brother is failing.
It disturbs me greatly.
I should have been more specific about his state in my last post.
This fishing trip will never happen, even though he thinks he has it all planned out.