Thanks to someone kind enough to maintain an open wireless access point, I am blogging, not from the beach, exactly, but from the beach house, anyway.

One of the benefits of being nearly 40 is that you grow to not really care. About the greying hair on your chest, about being more than stylishly overweight, about snoozing under the umbrella instead of frolicking in the water. The water, by the way is shocking and cold, but you get used to it. What choice is there, really?

The kids are having a wonderful time, and I love watching them enjoy themselves and each other so much. Michael falling off the boogie board while pretending to surf, Caroline with sand making her bathing suit bottoms droopy, in this, one of her last beautifully un-self conscious summers.

I have come back to the house to make lunch, since I don't like to eat at the beach, so just a short one for now.