Beach time

Yesterday I went to the beach for the first time this year. The sand sculptor was there, I pretended to read—it was just like old times. Plus some dude or lady in a plane was writing in the sky—somethingsomething dot com, but looked like backwards "cow."



Today I helped Colleen and Matt move her stuff into Matt's apartment because Colleen "hurt her foot." So then they treated me to a movie.