Today, it actually was something resembling warm–so I got on a bus for 20 minutes to Sumner and went to the beach!
I sat on a rock and ate a sandwich and then watched as the ocean washed away my oh-so-carefully engraved words in the sand.
Should I be learning a lesson? What are best-laid plans against the mighty tides of fate? Or something.
And that’s simply unacceptable.