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If I'm going to keep up with this blog over weekends, apparently I'm going to have to find a way to connect from the pool. At least for the rest of the summer, that seems to be where we're going to be spending nearly all waking hours on weekends and occasional weekday evenings. This is not a complaint, mind you, and might even be a bit of hyperbole.

One question, though: why in the hell did I think it was a good idea to try to do flips off the diving board yesterday? My nose is still smarting from the face-first smack I took on the first attempt. Furthermore, why did I agree to the challenge to learn how to do a real flip by the end of the summer?

Apparently, masochism and fun go hand-in-hand.