I did. I had a weak, horrible little cup of it yesterday and this morning I joined Lochlan for his very good Irish tea. Or English or Indian or whatever, it's tea. I have favorites but I'm not that fussy overall.
I was a little crabby but not too much.
I survived and I don't have a headache and I don't even miss it, and I wanted to be one of those people that drank tea instead and now here I am.
I just found out about a thing called Friday Night Lights in Deep Cove where they do a two-hour guided tour of Indian Arm (a place I kayak) and you get to see the bioluminescent seas and enjoy dark, quiet kayaking.
Can we go? I ask Lochlan after reading the whole damn article to him out loud.
Or we could just..go take the kayaks out at night. Except that you never liked being right on the water at night and you're going to scream the whole time.
Maybe I won't.
Care to wager on it?
Sure!
Let's go. It's dark. Get your life jacket.
Wait. What?
We're going night kayaking.
But there are things-
What things?
Sea monsters, I whisper and he laughs.