On the phone to my father this morning:
Me: . . . but even though the weather’s nice, the sea’s free-hee-HEEzing. Went down to the bay for a swim the other day. Wetsuit vest, swimming hat, goggles – oh yeah, serious hardcore. It was so cold, I couldn’t even put my face in the water. There was squealing.
Dad: When did you become so soft?
Me: I think that question could be rephrased as, When did I become so SENSIBLE?
Dad: Suffering is good for the soul.
Me: Well, your soul must be in terrific shape.
Me: Well done.
Me: Pray for mine, won’t you?