Hung out at the beach yesterday for the first time in a long time. The five of us hiked west to soak up some UV and splash around a bit.
It was just about as unpleasant as it could possibly be.
The beach was horrendously crowded. This weird stink permeated the air, the stink of some sort of decaying sea life. Not sure if it was decaying plant life or decaying animal life, but it stunk like hell. The water was as warm as a bath, greenish, with seaweed floating just below the surface. It felt, well, thick.
The kids had a good time, and the wife sunburned the parts of herself that she forgot to sunburn in Bermuda. So that was OK.
So, I decided to take another swing. My weekend was going to be largely filled with work, and I needed to be able to say something other than "I worked all weekend."
So the wife and I went to see Knocked Up. Five-word review: Damn funny. Highly recommend it.
Today, I did most of that work. I just checked my calendar to see if I was going to be able to finish it in the morning. All signs point to "Yes." I'm going to reward myself by going to bed early and finishing it tomorrow. Thankfully, the recipient is in Pacific Time, which buys me three more precious hours. I'll take everything I can get.
Disclaimer: That last post was not intended to be the least bit entertaning, nor informative. (Maybe you found the five-word review helpful, but I'm not counting on it. Or, hey, if it helps you to steer clear of Clearwater Beach, that'd be a good call.) I just needed to write something other than semi-technical blather. One of these days, I'll learn to write again, I promise. Until then, this. You get what you pay for.
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