Thank you, to you who have pointed out that surfing, napping, and eating burritos only addresses three measures out of four on the HSH. I assure you that it is decorum only that prevents me from elaborating on the unmentioned measure. It's all good.
I got kicked out of the surf last night again. I was just south of Lovekin, and saw four sea lions just outside of me. I stared at them for a while, and eventually, they continued onwards to Incinerator Rock. I was being self-congratulatory about not freaking out and staying out by myself, when I noticed ten to fifteen sea lions to my left, between me and the beach. They were totally staring at me and making menacing sounds. That was totally not cool. They were all watching me and looking like they were going to start messing with me... so I caught the next one in and called it a day.
This evening, I had a dinner party to go to, but ended up showing up three hours after it started because I was surfing at Cox Bay. Everyone who was anyone was out there... I couldn't tell who's who in the surf, which was overhead and clean on the outside... but I saw all their cars in the parking lot.
Right now, having had a full day of cleaning... plus one, three, and four on the HSH, I'm ready to hit number two on the HSH-- sleep... except there's a blueberry coffee cake that needs to come out of the oven in about 15 minutes... I guess I'd better wait.
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