It seems this curse has disturbed me so much that I lost sleep last night. I did the calculations when I woke up before dawn. Hmmm, let's see. Weekend comes, it turns to crap. Tomorrow, back to work, and the forecast calls for offshore winds! The good: I only work one full day this upcoming week. The bad: the one day I have to work (and should work) is ... tomorrow when the waves will clean up. More bad: predictions of onshores for the entire holiday that I have off. That's FIVE days of predicted crap winds. Arrrgggh! More bad: the fact that the San Francisco trip to see my boy has gone belly up, too many complications to pull it off.
It just feels like a curse has been imposed.
Around 4am, I was focused on coming up with some excuse to get out of work on Monday, resulting in oversleeping for the first time in ages. This resulted in our missing catching Crossovers at dawn, like we planned. I was supposed to check it before dawn. By the time Andy, Mark, and I checked it, it was too late. The tide was already getting too high. We ended up trekking back to the pier to ride crappy, choppy junk. Andy gave up first, but Mark and I hung in longer, convincing ourselves that we were actually having fun. The Dominator did prove, again, that it can handle junk ... creating an illusion of semi-joy while doing it.
Here comes the cold front, the rain, and the gray skies ... curses!
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