A Preview.

We got back from Truro a couple of days ago, and I have many delightful pictures and stories to share. But I cannot really start it up for real tonight, because right now I am a purple puddle sloshing around in my home, currently reading 87 degrees and 50% humidity on our weather gadget thing. That's inside our house, my friends. Although, Bean and Toot have had air conditioning in their upstairs bedroom for a few weeks, and Todd just buckled a window unit into place in our bedroom, so sleep should be more comfortable tonight.

Anyhow, what I'm saying is, I miss the beach and its salty, cool breezes and the way that (after a few mornings of her shrieking, sandy protests), the waves steadily lapping at Rudy's feet made her giggle and then laugh out loud.