not far, but far better

After visiting with the doctor earlier in the day, I thought it might be prudent to try to ease up a little, which was made way easier by the slowpoke lifeguard-opening-door problem and the unforeseen interruption of my swim by someone hoping to share a lane. Varsity and I agreed to share a lane, which would have given us a chance to show off our ability to flip turn and crash into each other, but Curtis (so it isn't Gary OR Bob, geez) was almost done so the question was moot. The interloper simply took his lane.

I also learned Monkey's real name, because he broke the ice, so to speak, and asked mine. It is kind of nice to know everybody's name after all these months. Varsity, however, wasn't spilling the beans. She did remind me of a great joke, however:

I had a paper route when I was a kid. I was supposed to go to 2,000 houses. Or two Dumpsters.

and you can put a dash after that joke, and then write Mitch Hedberg.