i smile underwater just to see what my underwater smile looks like and no one can see me except the top of my head and perhaps a little flash sparkle. the top of my head is the sky and my smile is the water but my eyes burn.
i swam three times and showered and now my eyeballs are desertified orbs blinking thirsty. 
i have a lifetime of habits many of which i must now unlearn and i'm humbled as i try to do that, or shy from doing that what i do with the dogs—to learn good habits, but i have to do it after 60. i could little afford to wait so long, even though i might have several more dog years. i really don't like to work at all.