Well, we made it! After 13 grueling hours of driving, fighting off sleep, and a zillion potty stops (not just for me, for the dogs too), we arrived at the beach. I am entirely to blame for the miserable car ride. I couldn’t sleep the night before the trip, so at 2:30am I thought why not just get going now? So, by 3am me and the dogs were on our way down south. We passed a young girl taking a field sobriety test. My stomach lurched and then gratitude set in that it wasn’t me this time. By 10am, I was ready to go back to bed. Not good. Chelsea Handler’s book on tape, “Are You There Vodka, It’s Me, Chelsea” helped me stay awake. She’s a funny lady. Liberal, but funny. Today is our third full day of vacation, and the last two days have been spent on the beach. Amazing. Yesterday, we saw a school of dolphins jumping and putting on a show as they followed a shrimping boat. And the pelicans! I think pelicans are my new favorite animal. They are so beautiful they way they fly and glide and skim the water and then plummet into the ocean to catch a fish. Watching them swallow the fish looks just like it does in the cartoons. Gulp. I’m trying incredibly hard to stay in the moment, but in the back of my mind I’m constantly thinking that it’s going to go by too fast and I’m dreading going back to reality. If only I could take a month off from work. Fat chance! I don’t know why trying to keep my mind from wandering to a week in the future is such a challlenge, but it is.