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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?


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