OK, I am embarrassed to even comment on this day, but when one commits to a blog it’s a matter of discipline to keep at it every day.  Last night, I got trounced at canasta and then Brad feigned a headache, exhaustion and some kind of early-onset dread disease when I challenged him to a re-match.  Without warning, a severe thunder storm ensued, lending dramatic effect to his protestations and some rollicking night music.

We slept like babies who didn’t wake up early.  Actually, like babies who woke up at 5:30 and sat in bed drinking coffee, reading the paper and doing jigsaw puzzles until about 9:00.  By 1:30, we had polished off a hearty breakfast, a hearty lunch and one book each.  Brad read Shoot Like a Girl (from the Smithsonian magazine, about a helicopter pilot in Afghanistan) and I read Shattered, a new book about a HRC’s 2016 campaign.

On the bright side, we did venture out in the afternoon.  A walk along the beach (this lake sports a nice sandy shoreline — probably a man-made beach, but it is convincing and aesthetic in a natural sort of way).  Then a drive in the surrounding country side to sightsee and buy some more cooking propane.  (We used up the whole canister last night creating the tinfoil peat bog.)  We admired gorgeous banks of blooming rhododendron and mountain laurel and discovered that we are only about 25 miles east of Cashiers NC, very near Salem SC.

Back at the rig, and an hour or two of reviewing and commenting on a draft proxy statement, it was time for illegal cocktails and the long overdue canasta grudge match, which I won this time!  Now to watch an episode of Foyle’s War and call it  night.  What a nice way to spend a shamefully lazy day!