Scripps, 2pm

My kingdom, such as it is, to be there, today:



What charmed slackers be these. King's cord to the horizon. God has blessed thee, little surfers.

I thought about skipping out on work today. But then what would be the point. I'm at least three sessions away from even being competent on a surfboard. And a couple months of steady sessions to get anywhere close to where I was.