Right then, today was an interesting one in the ol' world of commercial diver training.  We were doing black-out air hose swaps.  What this entails is one diver going out and stating "help, help, I'm in trouble."  At which point we give another diver a spare umbilical (basically the air hose and rope that tethers the diver to the surface) and some tools, block out all his vision, and tell him to fetch.  Said diver then has to follow the troubled diver's umbilical to the diver and replace the air hose without seeing what he's doing.  FUN!

It wouldn't have been so bad except it turns out the threading on my air hose was stripped or fucked in one way or another.  Tim swapped hoses but couldn't get a good seal because of the threading.  We turned the air on and I got enough to breathe on but I was also losing a lot of air.  A beautiful explosion of air and water once I got to the surface.  So when we were done we had to work on the helmet to continue the exercises and broke for lunch in the meantime.  I didn't see a point in changing just for lunch so I went to Jack-in-the-Box in my drysuit.  Got a few looks for that one.

Day was cursed with mechanical failures but no trouble when I did the blind test.  Go me.

P.S.  Today was also CLASSIC Seattle weather.  Overcast, cold, and drizzly.  Seemed fitting, actually.  I didn't mind at all.