Lobster
Blisters! I’ve never been so badly burnt. Before this, Tom and I were enjoying the beach. We even recruited some to play ultimate. A guy, two girls, and their mom. They had to make the field shorter so anyone could score. Three points made the game.
Afterward, we (I, Tom, and his cousins once removed) wandered, at one point walking over a dead and decaying fish the size of me. We covered 2 miles. I was not prepared for the distance as my current shade demonstrates.
The drive home was quick. We got off I90 in Worcester but didn’t meet up with Colleen in the wake of narrowing time constraints. Colleen was considerably understanding. We couldn’t miss the wake. Aunt Niki appeared to be in good spirits and was happy to discretely distribute cupcakes to the Foran’s. (Because we “really appreciate that kind of thing.” If that thing is food or morbid and quirky mannerisms, I don’t know.)
Back at Uncle Nick’s, the couches and floor is now split between Becky, who’s air conditioned room is lost to my dad, Kat, and myself. The two girls watched law and order as I used Kat’s headphones to watch more Bones and the entire second season “The Guild.” Pain and frisbee tomorrow.
