The little black line found a new way to taunt me this morning. Somehow in the middle of the night it reached out and pulled a deck chair into its depths. The chair was just sitting there at about five feet down and two lanes over. Exactly where I had to pass it on every lap but where it wouldn’t physically interfere with my efforts. But mentally interfere it did. The problem was I never quite grasped the message. Was the little voice telling me to stop swimming and just lay out in the beautiful sunshine? Or was it saying I should keep swimming so I can look good laying in the chair this spring? Maybe it was just messing with my mind and telling me if I didn’t pay attention to where the wall was I’d be floating on the bottom of the pool just like the chair. I went with A and B. Finished the laps then took a short nap in the chair, letting the warm sunshine heat my body since the #$%ed hot tub was broken again.

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