I lost 1.4 pounds this week. Total of 4.5 pounds in 2 weeks. That's pretty good.
We spent the weekend at the lake. It rained the whole time, but it was nice. We really needed the rain, so we didn't mind too much. It cooled off a lot, too, which was really nice. We played games and napped and read. Sam fished a little bit.
Good news! Chad's back for Episode 3!
I've been thinking about sharks for the last couple of days... I stayed up way too late last night, reading The Devil's Teeth by Susan Casey. It's an account of her several visits to the Farallon Islands, about 30 miles off the coast of San Francisco. The mostly uninhabitable islands were nicknamed The Devil's Teeth by sailors. The islands are home to thousands of seals and sea lions, which happen to be the main items on the diet of the great white shark. A large population of great whites return to the islands every fall. Casey contacted the biologists who live on the island (studying sharks and birds) and managed to make several visits. The islands have a strange and colorful history, which the author researched in detail. The book is part nature, part history, and part adventure.
She writes beautifully, too:
A three-quarter moon rose, with Mars like a bodyguard beside it, glowing red. Gull feathers tumbled by in the gale. The sea and the sky had melted into each other, and now they were just nuanced tones of infinity, dual voids. Overhead, the lighthouse beacon rotated. It was hard not to imagine that I was standing at the very end of the world; that there was nothing but water, and after that, more water, and that all the land was gone.