Life at the beach is great. All the sun, the ocean and sand. Seeing my boys doing what they love, Jeff and me staying on the beach till 7 o'clock, just relaxing, sweating through the hottest part of the afternoon to be rewarded by the cool breezes of the late afternoon. Having a great dinner at a new place. Watching dolphins jump and swim. Reading a book anytime I want without feeling guilty I should be working. Just enjoying the small-town feel that is Tybee Island. Yes, indeed, life at the beach is great and I love it.
Life at home is sweeter.
Till Sunday, when I'll slip on my ruby red slippers, give them three heel clicks and say the magic words, "there's no place like home."