Just when I think I know what I'm doing, I don't. Less time to fiddle this morning, so more fiddling required. I began a blog and lost it, finally found it in a strange place, and now I have very little time left because I started later and must join my cabin mate for our morning swim at 6. It's okay, though, because my plans for the day are somewhat amorphous, so I'll have time to report later.
A life of leisure takes getting used to. I am in awe of the ways that people pursue to keep themselves busy. A close friend in my building told me to be sure to allow for enough time to gaze at the ocean, and another friend told me to watch for the green flash at the moment the sun sets below the water's horizon. Yes, indeed. Those are far more important activities than Happy Hour (2 for 1) at 5 p.m.; Trivia at 5:15 or water-colours at 5:30, not to mention Table Tennis from 9 a.m. to 9 p,m.
Catch you later.
And maybe I can find my missing blog. It's called win some lose some.