a few days ago while i'm training jakob decides to run the beach, it's pouring with rain and the beach is just washed out, greys and dark shadows, like the lights have been turned down low and  nosferatu awaits in the darkness, while I may be inside the elements are conspiring against all of us, a sleepy sea see town that suddenly went to sub tropics to gothic forboding.

when we reconvene jake is freezing and i take him home for a shower, it's a 4k run along a wild beach while dark surf crashes at his feet. i've completed a round of boxing and training that's left my endorphins speeding through my blood like formula one racers, i can do anything.

i manage finally to offload a huge box of legal books that somehow found byway to my door. it's been passed on to a local police woman that is now studying law so i tell her one day when i require some legal advice i expect her to repay the favour. yeah old mission is like the godfather of terrible beach these days. 

now the sun is out again, it's beautiful. i woke up very late, totally exhausted from working, do a few domestics and sort through a pile of stuff that i can't find a place to put. there's a very nice breeze blowing through mission control so i open up and let it do it's work. i attempt to buy a copy of the new 3 disc jack frost but it costs almost $200 to get hold of it from easy action. that's just nuts so i wait until red eye get a copy.

i dunno, i'm still exhausted.