I think my character has utterly eroded. I keep goofing off and stopping to rest and do other things and it doesn't seem to bother me, though It should. And I need to make some money. (Don't we all?) It was my father, you see, who wanted to know what I had ACHIEVED each day and I had to have a good answer. Now, I still do a spot check but I am satisfied with less accomplishment and more pleasure.

Today was a good day, though I didn't do half of what I intended to do. That's okay. The sun is shining, the air is soft, there is a light breeze, and I have my umbrella up (at last!) on my balcony. That's an achievement. And a dear friend is coming for dinner and we will have martinis. She is one of the few people with whom I drink martinis. It's not the Insignia (my cruise ship), of course, but it will do, it will do.

Tomorrow I will get serious.