From the looks of it, I am back in my old stomping grounds, the Gulf of Mexico. It has gone flat as flat can be. I had a feeling last week, when I was riding those endless tiny peelers, that all too soon I would be feeling this. But, sometimes it is good to step back, to step away from what you love so much. You begin to see what you really have.
I am not going crazy yet but, if my predictions are correct, I will be surf-starved by the time I arrive in Liberia next Tuesday. Helen says we are going to Playa Grande right away. I will not be up to the fitness level I should be for it, I know that much. With no surf for so long, I will be, all at once, briefly energized for it, but without the stamina I need. I will take my pummeling and surface (hopefully) smiling, finding myself in Pacific waters again.
For now, though, I am getting so much done. My checklist of fifteen tasks had fourteen of the boxes beside them neatly checked off yesterday. Yesterday Junior Devil thanked me for not trying to kill her, or get her fired, this week. She is off today to swim with dolphins, and will be out of town the rest of the week, safe from harm.
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