Sometimes I'm forced to remember my age.  My shoulders have been bothering me this week.  I wasn't sure if I had strained them somehow in the surf, or ran in a tense posture, or am coming down with some respiratory illness.  Maybe a combination of all three.  I need to remember that I've been on earth since Eisenhower was president and need to take a healing day and probably more often than I do.  As it stands, I have spent the last week surfing/swimming twice a day and running at least two miles.  Yeah, that may be a bit much.

Another pleasant baseball night at the the Shark Bar with good surf this morning.  Really, there's nothing much else to mention except I think I'll take the next 24 hours off and do some writing.  Killer Joe keeps me good company and I can always take a stretch in the pool.  No baseball tonight, I don't think.  Maybe I'll go out to eat locally, although not at the grease-pits on the boardwalk.  There's a place that makes a fat fish taco a couple of blocks away and Killer Joe and I can share it by the pool with some Plymouth gin from my hostess' larder.

'til then, folks....