Type 2.5 fun.

Dear you, Is it rain? Is it mist? Is it some sort of drizzling fog? That is the 7am question. Whatever it is, I’m sitting amongst it under a tarp beside my small camper trailer. Embryonic storm clouds roll overhead like a Trump threat. Beach on the far side of the bay is surf-wild and frizzled in bright sea spray sunlight. I have a table. I have a comfy chair. I am dry. There is a cup of steaming coffee within grasp. I sit here at ease tapping out this note to you on my iPhone. I have decided it is drizzle. Definitely. It is quietly tapping on the canvas now. OK. Am I having fun? Type 2.5 for sure. Type 1 fun is actually fun in the moment. You are having fun and you know you are having fun. You never want to forget the moment and you probably will. Type 2 fun is retrospective. In the moment it usually involves a perception of calamity, catastrophe, extreme discomfort, stress and grumpiness. Yet you will forever look back on it fondly as a time of really being alive. Type 3 fun. Is not…