Taking swim lessons at age 28 wasn’t really bothering me, until today when one of the gym’s two swimming pools was closed for maintenance. Which meant that little-kid lessons were happening in the same pool. Which meant that a wee kid (7 or 8?) happy-as-you-please swam in the lane with me, reminding me of a) how some humans take to water naturally and b) how much it sucks to inhale a faceful of water learning the front crawl when a minnow of a boy is calmly going for his Olympic medal right beside you.

But I enjoy water. Being near it. In theory. How cool would it be to live on a houseboat? This cool.