I have a pretty set routine, and when anything upsets my routine, I get a little uncomfortable. Today I’m going to work, and I’m taking a suitcase with me to go straight from work to the airport to go to see the OI Girl. Tomorrow we’re both coming back here. I’ll only be gone one day, but I feel it’s forever or something. Not really nervous or afraid, but some way I don’t have a word for. I kind of feel this anytime something upsets my routine.
Went diving yesterday, it was great. I was going with my regular dive buddy, and we got into the water and he had technical dificulties with his unit. So we got out and he left and I ended up going with some open circuit divers. There was this fish. I was following him. He would swim 2 or 3 strokes and turn around and look at me, yep, still following. So 2 or 3 more strokes and he’d turn and look to see if I was stilll there. I was able to anticipate his movements and take pictures of him when he turned. (you know that annoying half second delay with digital cameras that makes you always miss the shot?) Well, I pushed the button, rekkoning he’s ready to turn and the fish dives down and gets some type of worm or garden eel and eats it. I got a pic. It looks like he’s eating a piece of spaghetti! He eats the sand and everything and lets the sand fall out through his gills.
The first pic is the original and the second has been cropped and enhanced.