This is all too sweet, I've notified simon we're being bombed. Simon's promised to bake a cake, for all, with his new found skills in the kitchen. Simon is doing much better, we went to the beach and he watched me burn off some energy, running and tossing sticks. The salmon fishers are out, bobbing down the coast. The big masses of bodies clutched to the sides of the vessels look more like refugee boats or some religious ceremony, see "The Mission" than a bunch of guys getting sea sick for salmon, which is, at market price, $3.99 a pound. I had brougt my wetsuit, not knowing it was "wabbit-season". I was all prepared to zip up when I realized no one was in the water, just safely heaving above. Hmm, oh yeah, live bait equals a shit load of Great Whites. San Francisco is the most popular Great White vacation spot during Salmon runs to them its like eating on the set of Iron Chef all week. So I decline. Naturally. Besides knowingly swimming along side a fleet of under bited, 2 foot long Chum, seems, I dunno, scary.