My head is rather heavy today, bowed as it is under the weight of dual crowns. It's Saturday morning and I'm running a swim meet, serving as both referee and starter. These are normally two different and distinct jobs, but we have to keep the number of people within the pool gates at 50 or fewer, so this efficiency eliminates one unnecessary body. And I am just that good.
We're taking a break between sessions one and two, so I have time to write. It's shady where I'm sitting, and even though the forecast calls for another blazing hot day, it's quite cool and pleasant right now, with pearl grayish blue overcast skies and no sun glare. It's like a morning at the beach.
(Question: Why does my text prediction insist on capitalizing "shady?" Perhaps someone is a fan of Mr. Mathers.)
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A three-session swim meet with breaks for warm-ups is a long morning. My sons both swam in the first session and my nephew swims in the third session, so I don't have a dog in this next hunt, but I will be watching with diligent interest, ensuring that the thing runs according to the rules of Potomac Valley Swimming and the Prince Mont Swim League. I'm going to read for a bit before session 2 begins in earnest, and I become once again the thin blue and white line between civilization and swimming anarchy. It is not a job for the faint of heart, I tell you what.
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