It's a quiet day in the town square today. The tourists have all gone home and only the locals come for coffee and muffins. I am drinking Sumatrin coffee and eating an apple cinnamon muffin. I am still able to blog from the outdoor tables but I sense those days are coming to an end.
I'm getting tired of me. Yesterday in men's group I said I felt like I was slowly drowning. I actually experienced a near-drowning experience while diving some years ago. My diving friend had lent me his BC (buoyancy control) vest and I was having a grand time inflating and deflating it experiencing the full column of water. Suddenly I could get no air from the tank and I realized that I had depleted my air supply. I estimated my distance to shore and began to swim towards it. I was wearing a lot of gear including the tanks and a weight belt and after each stroke I would sink a little lower in the water. I started to think about what I had done with my life thus far. Then panic began to set in as it became more and more difficult to gasp for air and I started to flail my arms in attempt to keep my head above the surface. Suddenly, my friend appeared a couple of hundred feet from me and realizing what had happened yelled "Drop the weight belt!" I reached down and un-clipped the belt and watched it sink below me. Freed from the weight, I floated on the surface thanks to the buoyancy of my wet suit.
Today I'm fumbling for the clip but I just can't seem to find it. I have done the rough calculations and I'm just not sure if I will make it.
