Seems busier than ever here at work. We seem to move faster and try to cover more ground as every year passes. I had one brief detour in Block Island recently. Only two nights, but it seemed much longer. We took the ferry from Narragansett pier and the moment the sea water sprayed my face and my arms I could feel the tight muscles relax. In a very short while we were walking off the ferry, bags in hand, and up Spring Street to the B and B. The late day sun, low in the sky, cast a gold shadow on the east-facing beach and Front Street.
We bagged our bags, strutted like peacocks down the hill to the National Hotel restaurant on the porch, ordered dinner and vowed to come back. And that was only half an hour into our weekend.
Sigh, so here I sit, working on the web and dreaming of a time so long ago (only five days) just a memory. Anyway, I'm outta here till Monday, so I'll try to find some peace again this weekend.
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