Life is Rough

We have a full marine layer over the water this morning keeping the sun at bay. For once, I admit that I am grateful for this. It’s been hot lately - very hot. If you live in a region with triple fahrenheit digits, please do not lookup the Dana Point temperatures. It will only make you sad. You might even be mad and jealous with me and you just don’t want that kind of toxic energy in your system. Neither of us do. Anyhoo, that marine layer keeps the heat down at least for a little while.

Well 10:00 rolls around, the clouds are nearly burned off, and I am heading out the door for the beach. First, I close all my windows and blinds and turn on my portable air conditioner. This thing was expensive and I was not certain I would even use it but now I am feeling very good about my purchase.

I drive across the street to the beach parking lot - life is rough - and I can very much feel the sun on my skin as I walk down the stairs. It feels good to be here and I think it will feel even better in the water. The water, I am sure, will be plenty warm. I reach the shore and soon get in the water and this ends up being very true. In fact, over the course of the swim, it is almost too true. I enjoy the cooler spots more than the warmer ones.

I swim south and then north and north and north and north. It feels like I am never going to get to the end. I keep looking up and it feels like I am making very little progress. It’s odd because there does not seem to be much wind and all looks fairly calm - certainly not rough enough to hinder my momentum. By the time I finish the swim. I discover it has taken me 90 minutes to cover what usually takes an hour. I feel pretty pooped.

I head back up the stairs feeling pretty lucky to be here. This is my home. My coffee is waiting just down the street. I will be able to stay here all day. I will work with the beach sun and breeze keeping me company. At night I will sleep here until the morning comes and then this will be where I will be first thing when I wake up.