When it looked like the temperature was going to tip-toe toward 80 degrees, Andy hurriedly heated the pool one last time, and we squeezed out an extra unexpected pool moment in the year when we needed it the most. The day was warm and humid, and after doing some yard clean-up and early winter preparation, I found myself in dire need of a dip. I took one final spell of laps, floating and flying one last time this year. Andy jumped in a little later, easing his back and letting the stress go on a sunny fall day.
A late-season reprieve. Gratitude.
Sweet solace.
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