Thanks to the amazing generosity of my dearest Margaret and her family, I’ve spent the past two days gazing contentedly at the above view. Marg invited me to go to Sandbridge with her family a few weeks ago, to which I responded “Be careful about inviting unemployed people on trips. They will come.”
Luckily for me, she really did want me to come and after a short two-hour drive yesterday morning — there I was.
I didn’t realize how much I needed to be there until I arrived. I knew that I was getting antsy and restless sitting around our apartment all day every day, but I didn’t realize that a less-than-48-hour trip to the beach could cure me of my woes. It was perfect — amazing weather, lovely ladies, gracious (and entertaining) grandparents, delicious food, and ice-cold Corona Lights. Summer days as they should be, yes?
Anyway, I’m back at home for the interviews of the week, and I feel good. I’m refreshed, I’m rested, and I’m ready. Tuesday, bring it on. :)