I seem to spend a lot of time in the pool; four times a week I swim about a mile. The first three laps are always the hardest, but then, miracle of miracles, the water seems to warm up and my remaining swim is an exercise in earned decadence, the silken water holding me up, no noise but the lapping of the water and my own breath.
My home is filled with art and color and music, my time is managed by my dog.
I am notorious among my friends for the ability to build a playlist on almost any theme. We recently discovered, for instance, that I have 27 tracks in iTunes about soup.
I'm not interested in anyone who: is under 45; lives outside the San Francisco Bay Area; describes himself as God fearing; is married.