On Vacation
It didn't occur to me until lunch today that Meredith Willson set forth my ideal vacation regime in The Music Man. Of course, I had to change a few words.
Eat a little,
Read a little,
Eat a little,
Read a little,
Eat, Eat, Eat!
Read a lot.
Eat a little more...
It's really that simple. We did take a walk along the beach that's long enough to take a walk on. It was a slog, because the beach is not only narrow but raked. The strip of packed-down sand that accommodates normal walking is exiguous at best, and because there is no discernible tide, it is always in the last wash of the surf. While not exactly penitential, it is a far cry from the sandy highway of Coronado Beach, the best that I've ever walked. In any case, we took our exercise, and Kathleen took lots of great photos.
After lunch, there was Measuring the World to finish, and the Review review to complete. While the rest of the world frolicked, I hunched virtuously over my laptop. Well, for a little while, anyway.
