The hardest part of living at the beach is making yourself pay attention to getting things done that don't include enjoying the view, swimming or wading the sea or walking on the sand. I do have a dog which means I have an excuse to go for a walk several times a day - not that I need much of an excuse...!  When I first moved here, I balked at even going off to do errands like buying groceries or stopping at the library and post office. I might miss an hour of precious time in the sun. Eventually, my psyche wrapped itself around the fact that I was NOT on vacation and every day would find me right here by the sea. So, I don't procrastinate about the errands any more. The chores, however, are still up for discussion. Things like painting and maintenance, cleaning the house or dragging out the sewing machine to create a few new leotards for my grand daughters who've all taken up gymnastics now. (And I thought I'd sewn my last leotard when my daughter graduated from college and ended her sixteen year run as a gymnast.)

So . . . right at this moment, I have the sewing machine set up and four leotards cut out and waiting. I have a very blank GMC chart for my hero and heroine in the book I hope to start writing soon and more research on the historical background to do. The floors are covered with pawprints Duffy spread around after our walk in the rain last night. My hamper is full. I need to call my broker about gifting some Exxon shares to my grand children. My checkbook needs balancing and two bills just came in to pay. Zappo's had a security breach and I need to change my password and a few other things. There is still some woodwork that needs painting and my hammock stand could use another coat of urethane. And what am I doing? Sitting at my desk gazing out at the incredible blue sky and frothing white caps on the breaking waves, waiting for low tide so I can head to the beach.  Oh well, there's always tomorrow.....