It was THE perfect day for hanging out on our lake's beach. Clear blue sky and plenty warm enough to swim, but no humidity and not so hot that you start to sweat just walking from the water's edge to your beach chair. Since the kids are back in school, I shared the beach with only one other older couple and the "old" man. The old man put me to shame!
While I sat parked, like a beached whale, in my beach chair reading fictional fluff and generally pretending to be a slow moving sloth, a man passed by multiple times. He'd swim from one end of the beach to the other then jog back. He did this multiple times. On his fourth or fifth pass, he commented that he was "75 years old & just trying to stay alive." I was so ashamed of my beached whale slothiness, I immediately got up, went into the water with my raft, climbed aboard and promptly fell asleep floating in the water. What can I say? It was a pretty rough afternoon at the office.
Before I hit the lake, I did manage to finish one of my North Pole socks.