Sometimes it rains here. Torrentially. Sometimes the wind blows. Hard. The surf kicks up, the boats shut down, the temperature drops, and most folks scurry to their homes and crank up the flames in their propane fireplace.
That was me, yesterday.
It was a great day to write, to read, to watch a movie. I did none of those things: I put on my fleece jammies and took a nap instead. Because sometimes, even on Martha’s Vineyard, it’s the best thing to do. No guilt. No second thoughts.
Today the sun is out, the sky is blue, and I really must get to work.
Darn.