This was supposed to be yesterday, so at least we’re only 24-hours off schedule after being derided by The Great Sevener Family Stomach Bug of 2016!

Today we went to the beach. A gorgeous, out of the way beach that until earlier this afternoon I didn’t even know existing, but is certainly going to get some of our recreational time in the future. The occasion – taking photos for Christopher’s birthday, along with another special announcement to be shared at a later date in the future. 😉

Nonetheless, it seems like whenever we spend any time at the beach – with the wind in my hair and a damn near perfect sun setting reliably in front of me – I can’t help but think that I need to be spending more of my time at the beach. I’ve written about this a bit before, but I guess it’s just one of those things that I find myself constantly floating back to … buying this relaxing, dream home on the beach where the sand and the surf are only a stone’s throw away from our own doorstep … the perfect tranquil estate from which one could write his thought-provoking and often times hilarious works in between playing with his kids on the beach and growing old with his wife watching the sun set reliably one day after another, and another, and another…

Of course, just as has happened many a time before, this fantasy shall end again this evening with me checking the real estate listings along our little section of the Gulf here and then subsequently checking my bank account statements to confirm that alas, beachfront property still isn’t quite within our grasp just yet.

Maybe someday. Someday…