I thought totally wrong.
I'm all suited up and in the car and I fucking can't get there. Plan A. Nope. So I head north to Plan B. Nope. Even further north. Nope. No way to get south from here. I need to get South West and west is water. So I gave up. The festivities are scheduled to be over by 4ish. I will no longer be interested in swimming by then.
I know from experience that skipping a swim day won't kill me. I will miss it but maybe this cold will not. It feels a tiny bit better than yesterday which was miserable. So I'm just going count this as a sick day and move on.
Maybe I'll make a new swim suit to compensate. I have the right stuff all ready. So, yeah, that's what I'll do.
Rock and Roll.