Entangled

I hadn't surfed since the 4th of January. I had wanted to go for a surf this morning, but then discovered that my assignment, usually due at midnight, was actually due at noon. I spent an hour making stuff up (I could have spent hours doing it properly, but that doesn't necessarily guarantee anything, aside from the spending (squandering?) of several hours). I submitted my assignment, and then went to a funeral.

Half the town was there-- many hundreds of people, standing room only. John was and is well loved. If I added up all the minutes we were in the same room together, it would not amount to three hours. It is therefore indisputable that I did not know him well. What I know with utmost confidence is that in those minutes, he has inspired me to be good to people. He is inspirationally good, inspirationally compassionate. I shall remember him, and whenever I do, I shall be reminded to be more like him.

I went for a surf afterwards. I caught some excellent rides... and then became entangled in a long loose thread from my wetsuit. I could not explain how it happened. I do not understand how it happened.