Pier Jumpers in Postcards 4

I had a vigorous day doing all my errands after the gym. Perhaps not enough vigor because I woke before midnight, woke at oneish and woke again at 0430.

Sirens and more sirens woke us both at 0430 as they passed by below us on Nimitz Boulevard. I kept rotating the news stations this morning until I found out why such a fuss. Two fools jumped off the pier.

It’s a long pier, the longest on the west coast. One of these young drunken fools couldn’t swim. After he jumped, he tried to hold on to a rope he tied to the rail of the pier. I tried to find a recent photo of the pier to show you, but I obviously haven’t been to the beach lately.

I’ll do that today.

• Himself: Working overtime. His boss gave him seats for a Padre’s game.
• Herself: Apologized for my bumbled attempt at humor yesterday. Will write that short piece on comediennes.
• Reading: Read a badly written Wood. Potboiler.
• Stuff: I got so sucked in by my reseach that I spent way too much time here looking at pictures of ruined Borsch Belt resorts.

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