If you follow this website then you know I live on a barrier island west of St. Petersburg, FL. My front door is 100 yards from the Gulf of Mexico and a beautiful, sugar-sand beach. Every year, in mid-March, our island gets invaded by Spring Breakers from colleges all over the eastern half of the country, which means tons of college boys roaming our beach wearing little but boardshorts. It’s one of my favorite times of the year because the sights are so stellar.
Yesterday I took an hour-long walk on the shore, just to soak up the sights, and there were so many hot guys down there. Sadly, the boy in the upper photo I’ve posted wasn’t around, but maybe he will be today. See the ace bandage on his right wrist? I wonder how he injured himself? Skateboarding, perhaps?
I woke around eight this morning. It was very foggy outside, but I dragged myself out the front door, and then I walked another three miles on the beach. Not many folks were down there. Despite the fog I enjoyed my walk. My thoughts went all over the place: past, present and future.
Now I’m home and I’ve just finished breakfast. I’ll work on a writing project this morning, and then I’ve decided I’ll drive into the city to visit the YMCA for a workout and maybe lap-swimming. I wasn’t able to go yesterday because of the plumber’s afternoon visit, so I feel like going today.
Today is St. Patrick’s Day, a complete non-event for me, but my boyfriend is going to a party over in Tampa, so I’m on my own for the rest of the day. It’s okay, I have much to do in the writing department, so I will stay busy. Plus I might take another walk on the beach this afternoon. 😉
All right, everyone, I need to get busy, so I wil close this post by wishing everyone a perfectly wonderful Thursday.