This is my first in-flight post in a long time (as measured in senior Kauffman years).
Pretty exciting stuff, eh? In fact, it’s the most exciting thing in my life since the Lost finale. Heavy stuff, I know.
It’s my first venture outside the state of Florida in the post cancer era. But wait. I gets better. It’s my first real vacation since those hairy celled invaders started clogging the marrow. When I say “real” vacation, I mean multiple, consecutive work days. None of those long weekend pretenders. We’re off for a week to a beachfront rental house on the Jersey Shore with my sister and my brother-in-law’s family.
It promises to be a week of relaxing in the cooler temperatures of the northeast, water’s edge hikes on the beach, and walks on the boardwalk.
The forecast highs are nearly twenty degrees cooler than home – thirty if you count the heat index. It’ll be WAY to frigging cold to actually go in the water. A west-coast Floridian rarely sees beach water cooler than 80F. Walking the shore is what my soul craves.
I might even throw in a bike rental to satisfy my two wheeled jones.
I’m hoping to have plenty of time to meditate, JK style – camera in hand, thinking about the perfect picture.
I rarely find it, but it’s the process I find relaxing not the results. That’s just icing.
I hope all of you out there have great week. I may still be around – time and thumbs permitting.