M, a very close friend, has rented a house for the summer nearby. She has to return to Boston but will be back on Wednesday.
The weather for the next few days does not look promising.
Today is overcast and rainy. Definitely not beach weather.
Compared to my mom and M I look like I've been living underground for the past few years. I will definitely be careful of the sun, but there's a big gap between my current skin color and having a summer glow.
Finally, around two, the clouds part, ever so slightly.
I grab a quick lunch. In shorts and a T, I take the golf cart down to the beach. I set up my chair. There's a little wind, a little sun, and zero people. Perfect place to finish my once-promising but ultimately disappointing book, The Good Widow.
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