Today was one of those days that began with inordinte p&v shortly after 4:00 am. The gusto had been prompted by having restlessly tossed about in bed for a good deal of the early hours of the morning. Finally I relented. I determined to rid myself of the plaguing concerns. It was time to get it right! There were a number of things on my mind, among them issues relating to banking, writing, personal adornment and residential affairs. For purposes of this narrative it matters not what were the particulars - they all addressed horridly boring details by most standards - but for me they were critical as I am a confessed perfectionist (which amounts to nothing more than an admission of utter impossibility). I threw myself into the task immediately upon awakening, armed with my strong, black coffee and slices of Navel orange. Initially I was making good headway in the banking department. This victory was supplemented by a subsequent email from our bankers in Canada and Florida. Fortified by these developments I attacked the literary matters with positive gusto. Though I have yet to conclude that particular assault, we have in the meantime corresponded upon the residential matters (though not without some turmoil and hot-headed language to propel the resolution). I also received a requested response regarding a commission to a jeweler in Canada. On the balance therefore I've succeeded to wrestle the early morning instability into a semblance of order. There are still from frayed edges but we're clearly making progress notwithstanding it as accomplished at the price of some disagreement and heated exchanges. Naturally I regret that complete amicability was not possible but after 40 years of practicing law and having to push to get results, I'm frankly accustomed to it. And I certainly don't prefer the alternative of blissful but feckless happiness. It shall ever be so that getting it right requires a bit of push and shove.
After spoiling myself with a prolonged dose of E. F. Benson's "Lucia in London" late this morning - and noticing that the sky was clearing and the temperature was favourable - I freshened up and set off on my bicycle. Fortunately for me the wind was from the north so I headed into it, reasoning that I would later profit by the tailwind upon my return along the beach when the tide had gone down mid-afternoon. Whether it was the dry seasonable air or the invigoration of my morning shower or both, I became entirely absorbed in the Ocean air and radiant sunshine. Once again today - as had happened yesterday - the hint of temperate conditions was palpable. Though I wore a light cotton jersey over my Polo shirt it was quite enough to insulate me from the remnant cool air spilling down from Canada. When I afterwards sailed home on the beach into the declining rays, it was warm! The forecast for all of next week is temperatures in the high 70℉s.
The reason I was initially set upon riding (north) into the wind was primarily because for the past several days I had gone in the opposite direction to Ponce Inlet. The southern journey is more tranquil and less urban but occasionally I prefer the complexity of Daytona Beach. The ride there today was thoroughly pleasant. I was able to dodge the increased number of pedestrians on the sidewalk. And when I revisited certain of the hidden treasures of Daytona Beach I was amply rewarded, a serendipitous combination of dazzling sunshine and lack of conflicting urbanity.
On my return sail down the beach I pedaled as strenously as possible to avoid being completely relaxed with the strong wind at my back. I feel the necessity to "work it" so to speak, to warrant some exercise. I still stopped along the way at Frank Rendon Park (my favourite) just to relish the day and the scenery. But it wasn't long before I was back home and perched in front of my MacBook Pro.