Despite living near the beach, I rarely go swimming -- or even wading -- in the ocean. Fish don't swim in my toilet, and I return the favour by not swimming in their toilet. That is, until yesterday.

I was kayaking, lot of fun. Do it pretty frequently and it's a great shoulder workout. It's also a good way to spot stuff, usually plants and marine life and whatnot. Yesterday there was a fishing lure just bobbin' along in the water, looked sorta pricey. Or at least, I'll bet it would to someone who actually fishes, and I figured I could sell it back at the dock. But when I leaned over JUST a little more to nab this bauble, my cellphone dropped into the drink. And then I followed. I had to, the cellphone was strapped to my neck.

Of course I panicked! My gawed, the water at that part of the channel was easily 40 feet deep and NO DOUBT TEEMING with SHARKS! But then I realized a couple o' things: First, that I sorta float; then, I can swim; third, the dock was like 30/40 years away. So, yeah, rationality came to the rescue! Okay, that, AND a couple in their power boat who grabbed my paddle and towed me to the dock! They also managed to retrieve my wallet, which had floated out of my trunks while I was swimming toward land! >.<

All in all an a good deal more excitement that previous forays around the bay, but this old horse is gonna be without a phone for the next week or two.