Random Thoughts: Sitting at the Outer Banks

• Two full days into our visit and I still haven't reached the point of being content to just...sit.  I'm still bedeviled with a sense that I should be Doing Something.  Mind you, I'm not quite sure what  that is...  Last year I seemed to reach that sitting phase earlier in the trip.
• Mornings: awake after 9, coffee and Bloody Mary, watch the waves. Afternoons: beach, reading,  gin & tonic.  Evenings: dinner, wine, beach stroll, mojitos.  I could get used to this routine.
• This is so much nicer a beach home than last year's shack.  Hands down.  And Duck Donuts is a five minute walk from here.
• Some part of me really likes the idea of having a place on the beach like this; the larger part fears the mortgage payments on a $600K beachfront home.  And the idea of having to drive four-five hours (on a good day) to get here...that's evil too.
• Who took away my precious little babies and replaced them with this buff dude and two-piece-wearing girl?
• I told myself I was going to work on some of my creative writing and other projects this week, and that I would get up and take a run, perhaps with Sarah.  So far I haven't even been able to finish my first book yet, and as for getting up, it's been after 9am each morning, hungry, with no Sarah and no interest in a run.  Certainly not after the aforementioned Duck Donuts.
• If someplace like this could be our retirement home, Mary would be happy; I'd want to think about exploring some other places too, like Charleston.  And I always argue for Houston, within walking distance of Minute Maid, to no avail.