No break for us here in the run of horrible conditions. This morning, as I was loading boxes into my car (moving is alternately depressing and exciting), I looked up and said, HEY, WAIT A MINUTE, THE WIND LOOKS DEAD. Andy called just then, sounding glum. The wind had already started, it was crap, and he was going to work. Same here, brother. I went by the pier an hour later to see for myself, and yep, it is getting smaller, and the murk factor was off the scale. Called Bob, and he is sick with a cold. Good timing for that one. If you have to be sick, this is the week to vegetate. So, off I went to lug boxes up and down stairs, clean carpets and cabinets, and, with a stiff upper lip, fix up the new nest...
Later, around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, there was a moment of surprise and joy when the sun actually came out! I jumped on the bike, braving the crappy wind, and rode like the devil.
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