Tuesday morning on the way to Camarillo I was stuck in some traffic:
Yesterday morning I went into work early, via PCH, and the overcast was sort of pretty:
And this is what I look like after a swim:
I think of swimming laps as a bit like methadone. I’m looking forward to the heroin of the ocean to be available.
There are much worse vices than swimming. I know because I’ve tried them.
