Tonight, after my race at the Driveway, Lauren and I came back home and headed out for a quick dip. We were a bit concerned because we saw storm clouds like giant synapses busy creating new worlds over the horizon. But when we got to the pool we saw two of our neighbors already in, literally noodling about.
We joined them and what began as friendly chatting soon sprawled into a floating oratorical slideshow. RV travels, boat building stories, a brief tale of Mrs. Westinghouse. After a couple of hours hopping back and forth between the pool and hot tub we crawled out pruny and purple-toed like evolving lizards.
Then we came back to the Airstream and made virgin margaritas. All very Welshly Arms.