It is Tuesday evening. I drove down to the beach at 6:45 P.M. Bu the time I strolled into the water at the north side of the Pier, the sun was in the process of setting. I was stressed out, because I should get some sort of part-time job, but nowadays one can't be just a pharmacist anymore, we have to be educational superheroes with all sorts of extra crap on our resumes. Blah. I'll keep looking for an old-school pharmacist who works a store and gets along with customers.
I may do the registry thing and travel overnight to find what is comfortable for me.
My swim tonight was lovely. The water was a warm 71, I'd say. Not crowded at all. People aren't flocking to the water after sundown. There are surfers who do surf well after sunset; perhaps in another young life I could have been one of those. I swam out in flat water, no chop, small waves, and a smooth swimming surface outside.
I swam about 1/4 mile north, parallel to the sand, and turned around and came back. I didn't have a watch on but I estimate at least 1/2 mile of a swim-a real swim-in about 20 minutes. Oh, I'm not a fast swimmer. Latest weight is 222 pounds on a chubby 5'10" frame.
I'm a new man after a swim like that. I hope to repeat it tomorrow.
"The first time you quit is the last time you try."
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