Or, why I'm going nuts sitting in the boat with my bum shoulder while my wife dives. Dive report for today. Carol took my son Matt out for a dive on his quarter break from UC Davis. Vis was great compared to what it's been lately. As they dropped, eight Harbor Seals surrounded the boat watching us, saying "Come play!" They did. Four seals came to visit, one tugging at Matthew's fin and then sniffing his way all the way up to his face, where it stayed, muzzle to mask. Matt flinched and backed away, worried about losing his mask. Spot moved back in. They were followed and harassed pretty much the whole dive. My camera and I sat in the boat and read "American Theocracy".