April 10, 2000
I was laboring over this thing with Omega, letting it haunt me. I got up from the dining room table and strolled over to the windows to take in the view of the ocean, and to let it soothe me. The waves were mediocre today, nothing to really draw me out into the surf, but that wasn’t the case with Will. He was out there, hoping to find a good wave. I studied the patterns, the state of the tide, and decided that he probably wouldn’t get lucky today.
He evidently