Now I'm Taking Bets
Will the weather cooperate tomorrow? Will I actually be able to paddle out? Or will the dog and I be standing at the ocean's edge with the forlorn looks of those who have known love and lost love? Oh, sorry about that. Once I got to the word "forlorn," I got confused and thought I was writing a romance novel.
All I wanna do is surf! I'll be out there tomorrow looking for surf. Soul Grandmother #2 is babysitting while Soul Brother #1 is at work. Everyone think good thoughts. That ought to generate enough positive surf karma to bring waves, Christmas waves, to all of us.