What was Aristotle on about?

I remember reading, years ago, some sort of a treatise on sleep and wakefulness by some super dead classical philosopher. I haven't read any classical philosophy in so long that I can't remember who wrote it or what exactly the point was... but there was definitely something about the importance of sleep.

But who has time for sleeping in the summer?

I got up at 5:30AM and drove out to Cox Bay to do my volunteer surfrider duty. I got home at 6:15AM or so and started to prepare an early breakfast for a couple of guests I was very happy to have had. I really like the French... so much so that I'm going to order a set of coffee bowls to minimize confusion during breakfast. Once I served the 7AM breakfast, I checked in with ULTE2 to make sure he was going to serve the 8AM breakfast after I went to work. Then all hell broke loose, and he's moving out tomorrow. Owell. I guess it just isn't going to work. I don't have much sleep left to lose over it.

The day at work was, as always, interesting. Since I have recently been assigned a host of different duties, I decided to clean my desk on Tuesday. During one of the busiest days of the year, I managed to completely organize my desk. By the afternoon today, however, it had pretty much reverted back to what looks like utter chaos. I'm thinking it may be the desk. It's a third the size of that which was in my cushy cubicle with the herman miller chair. (okay, I admit it, I miss my old chair... but really, that's about the only thing I miss about that whole life left behind)

I registered for my courses today... so I'm now seriously a grad student. The somewhat amusing part was that for the last little bit, I had forgotten all about this whole business of the master's degree. Oops. Registration started almost two weeks ago. I never used to be quite this blasé.

Couched in the very centre of today (and yes, there is a centre) was a perfect surf. I was driving out with ULTE2 when I got a call from a friend who wants to borrow a big board. I drove back and got it, and met him at Long Beach. It was pretty crowded there... but it was crowded with all the right people. There was a community of surfers all having a good time. Right now, I am recalling a beautiful ride on the green... but I cannot recall whether this ride was today or yesterdays. When surf sesssions are as beautiful as what they have lately been, the magic blends the hours and days into colours and textures... and it becomes impossible to tally or record.

I love my board. The stickers still have not arrived. My board's namesake shall remain my board's namesake. I need the stickers to arrive so that I have one more reason to strip the wax.

I think I might get almost 5 hours of sleep tonight.