home again, home again, jiggity jig
Just back from seven fun-filled days on the Alabama Coast. Orange Beach, to be exact.
It was just what I needed. Time to totally down-shift, de-stress, process a little bit of grief, and relax.
We must be getting soft in our old age, because I don't think we stayed up past midnight more than once. Lightweights.
Eight or nine hours of sleep a night. Full days on the beach, books and trashy magazines in hand. I'll add them up in my end-of-the-month reading tally, but I think I read 5 books. Played a lot of Boggle. Flew a kite everyday. A ninety-nine cent Dora the Explorer kite that no one thought would last more than eight seconds. I made it last all week. Skill, I tell you.
Ate shrimp eighty-eleven different ways. Had to make up for living in a land-locked state.
Our stop at the FloraBama was uneventful...before the Mullet Toss crowd had fully arrived, and Souvenir City (flip-flop mecca) and Priester's Pecans were the favorite field trips.
It was good to be away.