The whole turn the clock back/forward thing messes me up; it affects me like jet lag. Saturday night Beth hit the sack at about midnight. I couldn't fall asleep, so I stay up until 2:00/3:00 watching "The Hills Have Eyes 2" on HBO. (For those of you who saw "The Hills Have Eyes" and thought, "Well, gee, it wasn't bad, but it really needed was more rape and mutant birthing scenes!", run, don't walk, to your local Blockbuster.) I "slept in" on Sunday, waking up at 7:00/8:00, and spent the rest of the day walking around in a stupor, kind of like Bruce Willis in "12 Monkeys".
Anyway, the important thing is that the sunset was a little after 7:00, and I watched it from the deck of the Hollingsworth, in the lineup at Home Break. Conditions were less than ideal, but the sunset was some compensation. (Two guys were out with me; one, ever the optimist, proclaimed that he was going to "take one more in" as the sun dropped below the horizon - the "more" was a bit of a stretch, as they'd paddled out after me and paddled back in before I did, with nary a wave caught between them.)
The surfing was enough to take my mind off of what would be a Major Plot Development if our lives were a movie. We are awaiting some big news, which will take us - literally - in a wholly unexpected direction.
