I don’t believe in karmic balance.

But maybe I do. When last I posted, I mentioned that I lost a fin in the big surf. That was on June 9, Tuesday. I've lost stuff before. A fin in 2025, which I got back. And 2021, which I didn't. And gotten them back before. So when I left early to take see if the fin might have turned up on the beach overnight I sorted the odds of recovery at about 60%. Not perfect odds, but fair odds. So for the morning walk, I took Gwen with me down to San Diego's own Ocean Beach and parked. We walked onto the sand, and I looked up and down the beach, from the fishing pier to the first jetty, and didn't say it. So we walked. And we walked a bit more. Gwen sniffed and rolled about in some seaweed. And then, Gwen spotted a man with two dogs behind us. They were walking north along the beach, like us. She stopped cold. She was going to meet those dogs and would not be deterred. I cajoled her to keep going, I had to work in an hour and a half, and I wanted to get a good look up and down the beach, from…