Nightswimming

Spurred into action by my ever ripe imagination, I got up at midnight to try and swap the pool filter covers for plugs. My mind had decided that the weight of the water could put pressure on the tubes when the filter wasn't operating, forcing them off, and that if I didn't swap them, I'd wake to a big flood. Back in bed later, I figured that maybe I couldn't fit the plugs due to the pressure of the clips on the pipes on the outside. There was a lot of pressure worrying my head last night.

What surprised me most tho was how much warmer the water felt, submerging my hand at midnight, than when I'd plunged it in at 5pm to swap the plugs for filters in the first place. Now I don't believe the water was actually any warmer, I presume it's to do with the contrast in air temperatures. I actually braved full immersion in the afternoon – it was excruciating, but I can now report that I can do three stokes from one end to the other. I wasn't sure I'd ever do it again, but after last night's discovery, maybe all I need to do is wait for the sun to sink, and then take a dip.

And of course, being me, I can't fail to seek the metaphor. I wonder if sometimes things feel rubbish just because I've previously been living so eye-splinteringly brightly, and it's just the shock of the contrast. Today is another very full day with an early start and late finish. I shall remember to take my sunglasses!