Golden skies, clear blue water, empty lineups and glassy 82 degree barrels that run 300 yards. There's a buzzing sound, but I ignore it. I'm paddling for the second wave in the set. That obnoxious hum continues. Stuck the drop, one pump, set my line and under the lip. What the hell is that noise? Spit, one more pump and under the next section. Things start to fade as the buzzing noise takes control of my thoughts. It's 5:15 AM It's 19 degrees outside, ice on my windshield, I'm out of coffee and I have a headache. Go through my morning routine and I'm on the road before sunrise, heading to the office. I get to work, throw on a pot of coffee. I'm the first person here. The sun starts to break the horizon, so I pull up OCsurfcam. It's firing... I watch two guys get shacked. As I move to close the browser window I watch another two guys charging down the beach, frothing to paddle out. I'm immediately depressed. I leave the cam up on my browser all day, periodically checking the conditions, just praying there will be leftovers by the time I get home. 4 PM and I'm running to my car; gotta get home and suit up before I run out of light. Pull into the driveway, feed the dog, frantically wait for her to do her business while I check the cam one last time... It's flat, choppy and not a single person out. By the time I get all my gear together the sun is going down. By the time I get to the beach and suit up, it's last light. All that excitement for 20 minutes of cold water, bobbing silently in the lake I call Atlantic. I drive home in utter disappointment. I am envious of everyone who scored. For those of us who are stuck behind the desk, praying for day light savings to offer a glimpse of surfing potential after work... We're in it together. 33 days remaining.