I have not posted as much as I like lately and not much about diving. My brain is a little scattered by a new contract, where I’m encountering a steeper learning curve than expected, or perhaps I’m a touch slower than advertised, jury is still out on that, but meh. Also we have not been diving in a while (I’m not ready for ice diving, doubt I will ever be) and most of you already know all of my scuba stories.
So the Ides of March are upon us again and I rolled out of bed thinking about Caesar. Not the drink but the man that was stabbed in the back, and other places, 2060 years ago today. I’m not sure how he would feel about being associated with such a boreal cocktail, but there you go.