I returned the rental contract for our week at the beach in September today. I tell you, it's the carrot that is dangling in front of my nose lately ... the idea of a whole week at the ocean with my favorite people. September 15 can't get here soon enough. And there better be no damn hurricanes that week.
Does this not look like a little piece of heaven? It does to me ....
Still waiting on a darn painter to e-mail his estimate. How long could it take?
Poker night for the engineers tonight. This has been a week of "no cooking" for me, and I have to admit, it's not that bad.
More lyrics from a Dave Matthews Band song that spoke to me during my treadmill time this morning:
Come sister, my brother
Shake up your bones, shake up your feet
I'm saying open up
And let the rain come flooding in
Wash out this tired notion
That the best is yet to come
But while you're dancing on the ground
Don't think of when you're gone
Love, love, love, what more is there?
'Cause we need the light of love in here
Don't beat your head
Dry your eyes
Let the love in there
There're bad times
But that's okay
Just look for love in it