I have spent my weekend at the coast, watching the ocean from my tiny suite while savoring scotch and Newman-O’s. The fates gifted us with fine, albeit cold, weather and we enjoyed walks on the beach and mediocre dining. The company was good, the suite well heated, and the bath had jets. The arithmetic leads me to believe that it was the best of possible outcomes.
I’m heading to the coast this weekend. My mother-in-law is whisking us away in her wagon. We’ll stay on the beach and hide from the rain. I’ve been out that way a couple times, once for the requisite trip to the cheese factory and another time as a sort of consolation for a foiled hiking trip.