Putting Up a Defense

My "Post Vacation Forcefield" isn't very strong today. There's really nothing to make it a "bad" day--I'm just a bit down in the mouth.

So I've pulled out nearly all the stops--"emotional rescue" blend in the diffuser, sound machine, Ralph Vaughan Williams playing in the background--everything except chocolate. Maybe all of that will do the trick?

The New Fad

Today there are two other solitary women near me on the beach. One is a bit older than I, and both are a bit plumper.

I'm enjoying myself, but hope this isn't a vision of my future.

ps: I already moved once to escape a loud talker, but it doesn't seem to have been far enough.

Wah

The Meltdown is out of ice. And aged cheddar. I settled for gouda and gruyere.

Having a Meltdown

If you know me well, which of course you do (Mom), you'll be impressed to hear that I left my things on the beach for the hour it took to fetch this grilled mozzarella, tomato and basil. I returned before the beach patrol carted off everything, and am now enjoying my rather rubbery, but yummy, sandwich as the sun sets.

Good Luck Charm

I listened to a book most of the way to Florida, but here's proof that I took a break to listen to Marty Robbins. In my book, it isn't a real road trip without him.