FryDaddy and I are taking off for a few days. Some friends very generously lent us their beach house as a graduation present for the newly-minted alumnus and we're heading out for a few days of watching the waves and worrying about absolutely nothing more strenuously than whether or not our chairs are above the high-tide line.
Should be good.
Once we're back, it's into the whirl with us as we get the Breaking Bad draft off to the publisher along with a couple of other projects - one of which has just GOT to involve the house! Ever wake up and wonder how the place got so disorganized overnight? Well, that's pretty much where we are just now. Looks like Goodwill is going to benefit from a couple of massive closet-cleanings.
But that's for later. The next few days are all about not worrying about classes and politics and writing and, and, and. We all need a few of 'em. And about four of them are coming our way. Someone asked me if I'd checked the weather for the trip and my cheery reply was, "Nope. We're going no matter what." And it's true - no hurricanes are forming (for that, I must admit, I'd leave) and we're pretty good at making our own fun in the case of inclement weather. (Wowr!!)
Now, where'd I put that sunscreen?