I have a couple of deadlines rapidly approaching, more work stacking up, and, yes, I should have gone on Friday. That was the day. No, I went Tuesday; hoping the wind wouldn’t blow out anything that showed up. It did, but Archie and I, Archie back from months of toiling in Thailand, hot and sticky Thailand, was available, I moved things around, put things (farther) off, and we got a few before the surf was blown out.
Most of us work to buy ourselves some time. Now, Archie went again on Friday, got some waves. I HAD TO work. Had to. If I’d worked on Tuesday, maybe… too many ‘maybes’ to dwell on. If the surf is weak, or, rather, if we can’t see it and assume it’s weak, choppy, too small, maybe we don’t have to think about what we’re missing.
No, that doesn’t really work. Work, work… yeah; I sacrificed some work time to do this. Or maybe it was just some sleep time. Still, when the swell just has to be hitting, maybe while you’re working (and I don’t really want to get into the lifestyle choices of those who don’t just HAVE to work), hopefully on a weekday, just maybe…