No bikinis will be worn this weekend, or even shorts for that matter, but I am beach bound in less than 18 hours and could care less about my attire. Of course there are some things I will care alot of about while there, as is apparent from my growing list of dining locations I've missed since our last stay. Food and lounging around seem to be where my daydreams have taken me, and I can already envision myself on the porch, facing the ocean in sweat pants and a hoodie, taking in the warmth of the sun on my face even if the temperature doesn't quite reach 70. Included in my bag of essentials for the trip is a sketch pad and pencils, two books I recently discovered in a used bookstore and had to own for myself, and a pad of paper to write down any thoughts that pop in my head. I'm making it a point not to type those words during my stay...I'll simply have to backtrack and copy it all down when I return. I feel there's something about the act of putting pen to paper. It has the effect of a worn in blanket for me, and also makes me feel a part of something noble and important - even if I'm only writing about my breakfast that morning.
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