There is something about sitting on a Lake Michigan beach. You jump in the warm water, get tossed around by the waves, come back to your chair and dry off in the warm breeze. Sunscreen and cold beverages are the only requirements. If you close your eyes and have sudden clarity, that means beach therapy is working.
We drove to the east side of the state to visit family Thursday and made it back last night. I've made this trip a billion times by myself, and I must say having Sheryl drive the last half of the trip made it a lot easier. Plus I managed to finish Beth Lane's book about the Pfanschmidt murders near Quincy 100 years ago (more in a later blog).
Alex Sanders worked in the store for us while we were gone and I can honestly say I had no worries, none, about Second String Music while we were gone. Sheryl really missed the dogs, and next year we'll think about a canine-friendly beach area.
Back to reality today. I am tired but feel really, really good, which means a right decision was recently made.
I might make campground reservations now for next year! Till then, enjoy this years Goony Race at Uncle Peter's.