The rest of the week was what it was, but for 24 hours, pH and I had peace. Many thanks to our benefactor/benefactress for hosting two of the biggest pains in the ass (to feed, house, etc.) ever.  As pH said as she approached the ocean (for the first time in too long), “I feel a little bit happy.” I felt a lot happy, myself.

And I will never understand how children can play in 56 degree (ish) water for hours without turning blue. (The surfers, at least–if you zoom–have wetsuits.)