Mike brought the UV shelter, without which I would have fried to a crisp. I had a presentiment not to take Otto, so I didn’t.
It was a lovely day, trickily overcast, but lovely.
After the rather exhausting trip up the stairs Mike turned the aircon on in the car and what a relief that was. It was even hotter on the beach day before yesterday; I can’t imagine Katie hauling Alex in the frame backpack up those stairs, cazart, but she did. I haven’t even got out of bed yet so I don’t know how bad it is… my back, strangely, doesn’t hurt. Anyway I didn’t skip leg day yesterday.
Also 300 words before I left.
Rozo has a gorgeous apartment across the street from Pacific Spirit Park.
David H at church passed away on Thursday and the announcement came yesterday afternoon while I was on the beach. He was an intelligent, kind, highly musical, funny-dry-droll, heart centered man, and my heart aches for his lovely family. Normally you don’t die of prostate cancer, and it’s just so damned sad. He had a gift for congregational accompaniment that I likely won’t hear in this life again.