Got up a little later today as the IPA made me hit snooze. That hops has a mind of its own doesn't it? Anyway IPA zombifications aside, I managed to break free of the spell, peed through the hole (guys rule), put on the flip flops and looked outside. What's on tap right now is about shoulder high groundswell but it seems to be getting a little ruined by steady onshores. It's not *complete* ruin, and if I didn't have to get my ass to work right meow then you'd bet I'd be splashing around in that. However, standing there, I let the mind surf a few very short rides, and it would have been OK in terms of maintenance. I took a few more looks and breaths, and watched the passers by on the Great Highway, stared back at the doggies cavorting on the sand, and then looking above, I cherished the grey overcast San Francisco sky. It wasn't my surf day, but it's still good enough for me.
