Last splash, Amos

According to the forecast, today was supposed to be grim and gray, with bursts of tropical-storm-force winds and torrential rain, all the result of a close encounter with Hermine. But given how truly inept weather prognostications have become in this era of climate change, the wind was modest, the afternoon was bone dry, and the sun was brilliant—in other words, it was a great day for a trip to the lake. Lucas, of course, wanted to go with us, and we both had our usual wonderful time in the still-more-or-less-warm water. But every time he dove underwater with dramatic abandon, I had to wonder if this was our last lake splash. And maybe that was as it should be. Luc, to my surprise, was unnaturally chilly and even suggested we go home early instead of staying to the absolute end. Equally surprising, he turned down my offer of ice cream.