I’m down the shore with the family this week. They are presently packing up to sit on the sand and ponder the great infinity of the ocean. I’m parked at the rental’s dining room table with my iPad that’s being forced to act like a laptop. Various beverages keep me company.
I’m working this morning on an article that I should have finished last week, but couldn’t cobble together enough consecutive hours to get it done. It’s okay. I really don’t want it to get published until the end of August anyway.
And it’s pretty amazing to write with a view of crashing waves in the background. Hamilton is on my headphones. Steve is entertaining the boys, so there’s no guilt.
We’re in a really cheesy rental with wood paneling and furniture from the early 1970s. Coming down here was a last minute plan, so we couldn’t be picky. Oddly, I enjoy the decor, because it reminds me of some of the dumps that my parents rented when we were kids in the 1970s. And the view is great, so the faded wallpaper isn’t important.