MonfriThursday

Monwednesfri-Thursday

It’s a bit strange when there’s a public holiday wedged in the middle of a working week. Tuesday night felt like Friday. Last night felt like Sunday. Today feels a bit like Monday, but tomorrow is Friday again. The real Friday this time. Not Tuesday night’s brilliant impression of one. Actually, I don’t know what to think.

Sitting in the back garden of my folks’ house in St. Francis with a bunch of friends, it seems like it could just as well be a normal day in December. Meri Ké and Garret are busting out some bloody fantastic tunes on the guitar; Marc and Didi are backing vocals and playing garden chairs and table top drums. My mom is upstairs painting. Maximus Truscott (my Border Collie/ jack Russel/ Stallion brother) is begging me to throw a filthy tennis ball for him. It’s a bit of a cheek, considering we took him for a walk on the beach earlier.

Wave wise, it’s looking pretty good. There is a bit of swell around. Sowetoes was about 3 feet and completely empty the last time I checked. That’s probably because everyone is at work today, trying to figure out why it feels just like Monday. The wind is clean offshore and not nearly as wild as yesterday. With more cold fronts expected this weekend, the swell is expected to pick up. My previous estimate of yesterday’s swell being in Greenland by now seems a bit out then.