If you follow this website then you know I live on a barrier island on the Gulf of Mexico with a beautiful, white sand beach only about 100 yards from my front door. I’m down there almost every day, but I have never seen a young man playing football on the beach naked. How come? Where is this place? I’m on my way as soon as I find out ….
This morning, I drove 65 miles east, to central Florida, where I visited a loved one who lives in an ALF. I took her out to lunch and we had a nice chat. Then I drove home to my island. The trip wasn’t bad, since the traffic was lighter than it usually is, a nice break from the usual madness of Interstate Four.
I’m home now, sipping from a cold beer and pondering my evening. My boyfriend went to a river-tubing trip with his co-workers today, and I know he’ll be sunburned and tired when he gets home. I bought fresh grouper at the seafood market down the street, so I’ll prepare a nice meal for us, and then who knows? Maybe we’ll take another swim down at our timeshare down the street. It’s hotter than Hell outside, so a dip in the pool might feel good.
Have a nice Tuesday night, everyone.