To remind myself to write later, about Deep Water, about what doing everything “right” really means, about surfing and about the sharp twist of the gut that occurs when I’m suddenly reminded of how serious and (for now) incurable Nick’s diabetes is. Yesterday, I followed a link that reminded me of the “80,000 amputations of toes, feet and lower legs that diabetics undergo each year.” I am brave and sure that will not happen to Nick, but the words catch me nonetheless. My hands clench; I look away; breathing takes all my concentration.