I was having a very rough last week. I was so tired and out of it - forgetting things, making errors, sending e-mails with typos in them and generally being in a state of disarry.
When out of the blue, J.P. and I got an totally unexpected invitation out to a friend’s place on Whidbey Island. This, this, was just what I needed. The invitation alone pulled me out of the funk I had been in.
We picked up Bryan and Amy and boarded the ferry on Saturday afternoon out to the island. And you know how I feel about ferryboats.
There was beach volleyball, jet skiing, plenty of time for reading my wonderful book.
There were s’mores, cigars, cocktails and more food than any one person needs to eat.
It was tough to leave – and even tougher when one of the ferries broke down.