visit with comet. feels so good to hold him, though he squirms. finding bear after mister died and the pointers went into quarantine was a cosmic wave of luck for me. i hope for the bear too.

we may not get back but we can visit. in the blue grill now i find a bag of apples instead of the retainer. i'm happy with apples and warm embraces.

the water was 62 degrees, down 2 from yesterday, and i swam pretty far for me, though someone swam to the first pier and thought of the second pier—so far. i turned around halfway to the first and i felt fine. i don't have enough layers. jen got an orca suit and looked sleek and happy. fabio said everybody's getting suited up this year and i think i mo join the pod.