There's something in the air, apparently.

I've spent the last two days doing typical end-of-wrap stuff with a group of guys that I really love to work with - so even though we were doing mundane things like sorting equipment and loading returns, I had a great time.

For some reason, I've had a huge problem sitting down and focusing this week - on anything, and it's made writing anything more than a terse email very difficult.

Hopefully, it's some strange cosmic hiccup and it'll sort itself out.

In the meantime, have a look at the couches.

If I'm not at work, I may as well have fun

I woke up this morning to our seasonal mid-September crushing heat and thought "Fuck this, I'm going to the beach".

Okay, that's not entirely true - I didn't decide to go to the beach until after I'd been trapped in a boiling hot laundromat for an hour and a half.

Fortified by fine Trader Joe's snack foods, I drove up the coast, past Malibu to where the water's really cold - not Santa Monica Bay chilly where you get used to it quickly, but really truly cold - you don't acclimate so much as numb out.

I waded in and floated until I couldn't feel my toes, then sat on the sand shivering and thought "This is the life - tomorrow, I'm coming back up here".


On the drive home, I thought about signing up for unemployment (usually, that gets a job within 48 hours of sending in the paperwork). This time, as soon as the thought went through my head, the phone rang.

"Hey, you wanna work for the next two days?"

Hell, yes I do.

The ocean will still be there.