3You might say that a swimming pool was a perfect place to loaf. After all, the water was warm, your body floated on an undulating current and your mind could drift wherever you or it wanted. And it was in this blissful state I put myself each and every morning. That is, when Hugo didn't kick me in the face with his wide leg sweeps or some other interloper didn't hog the lane or cause turbulence through sheer displacement. I tended to drift, literally and psychically, in the attempt to make the morning swim as pleasant as possible. There was something about getting wet in the morning. Most sane people found it rather repulsive and I was no exception.
Thus I drifted, floating up and down the lane, thinking the most tranquil and pleasant thoughts. I wanted to remove myself from the harsh re
