So I’m working on critiques, which is by its nature slow-going. And I found myself thinking, “Man, I’m going to be here til I’m 35.” Then I realized I *am* thirty-five. DOOM! Or, er, something. :) I would like to point out some common swimming pool protocols to the people in my lane this morning: 1. If someone is obviously faster than you are, as I really very clearly am, do not start your next lap as I’m doing my flip turn. Wait five more seconds and follow me. 2.…