Dear you,

Is it rain? Is it mist? Is it some sort of drizzling fog?

That is the 7am question. Whatever it is, I’m sitting amongst it under a tarp beside my small camper trailer.

Embryonic storm clouds roll overhead like a Trump threat. Beach on the far side of the bay is surf-wild and frizzled in bright sea spray sunlight.

I have a table. I have a comfy chair. I am dry. There is a cup of steaming coffee within grasp.

I sit here at ease tapping out this note to you on my iPhone. I have decided it is drizzle. Definitely. It is quietly tapping on the canvas now.

OK. Am I having fun? Type 2.5 for sure.

• Type 1 fun is actually fun in the moment. You are having fun and you know you are having fun. You never want to forget the moment and you probably will.
• Type 2 fun is retrospective. In the moment it usually involves a perception of calamity, catastrophe, extreme discomfort, stress and grumpiness. Yet you will forever look back on it fondly as a time of really being alive.
• Type 3 fun. Is not fun. Will never be fun. Is the antithesis of fun. Vomiting is type 3 fun.
• Type 2.5 fun is when you overcome that comfortable inertia of daily routine to go do something that you pessimistically expect might be type 3 fun….and ends up swinging between the first 2. This is the best.

Who knows how many days we have left to roll the dice for a 2.5.