We didn't want to leave the cottage. We kept delaying it as long as we dared. Finally, at 6:30, we piled into the car. Our across-the-lane neighbors were remaining; lucky so-and-so's.
The highlight of the weekend for me? All the sleep I got at the cottage. There is something about the sea air that intoxicates me in a good way, causing me to sleep for many hours at a stretch. I can easily spend half my time asleep and still want a nap. It's the strangest thing.
We stopped off in Truro at the Timmy's and got a sandwich before driving back here. I jumped in the shower and shaved and am now as clean as a whistle. My whistle has never been cleaner, if you must know.
It's back to work in the morning. Another 4 day work week. Gotta love them.
Wednesday will be especially fun. That evening we have our Toastmasters annual elections. I am not going to stand for an elected position this year. I have said that before. It is time for a newer club member, several newer club members, to step forward and participate on the club executive and steer the good ship for the next year. Old farts like me need a breather.
Speaking of farting: It's time for bed.