Vacation

I’m on leave. It’s magical. Wonderful. Peaceful. And about time. Last summer, I took leave to move. Leave that has come before or after was stressful and tiring – like being in California for Grandma’s passing and memorial. It feels like I haven’t been on leave in two years {even though I technically have}.

I’m not sure if you know this but being at the beach on a regular old Monday is luxurious. Do you know what I did today? A whole lot of this . . .

P.S. My legs are sunburned.

This might not have been juice . . .

Abby wasn’t thrilled with the people that were playing on the beach. To prove her point, she took off running, towards a dog and broke her leash on the way. Can I take a vacation from my dog?

Today was a good way to start five days off. I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this but I really needed this.