The kookaburras outside are complaining that it's only 8 degrees above freezing and winter hasn't started. The sun is sleeping in. My joints are creaking as I light the gas stove and to percolate the first of several coffees. Last night I bailed on my Monday run-shuffle exercise thing. Too cold. Too tired. Too late. But this morning, I'm on it. I want to be able to surf like this as long as I can.