I’ve got a few blogs to rock; give me a couple days. I did not rock any blogs on Sunday. I went to the ocean instead. It wasn’t really what you would call “a perfect day for the beach” though. It could’ve been hotter, for my liking.

“Go in the water,” said Gerry. “Go in the water go in the water go in the water go in the water.”

“No, thanks,” I said. “I like my testicles right where they are–outside my body.”

“It’s all about the change purse, dude.” Gerry got up and ran across the beach towards the surf. I watched him as he ran and threw himself in the waves.

I lay back on my towel and closed my eyes, as Gerry–up to his neck, presumably, in the nordic ocean–screamed a frigid scream.