Memorial Day. It is 50 degrees, completely overcast, and spitting drizzle in intermittent fits. There's a pretty stiff breeze blowing, too.I am miserable.
In the last two days, I happened to be watching two completely different, totally random cable programs. Both were in Aruba. One was about real estate. I think it's a message coming through the airwaves. Oh. Wait. Cable doesn't use airwaves. It's obvious, then, this message is being channeled directly from Aruba into my home via the coaxial path.
Aruba. Ocean. Sunny. Beautiful. Not gray, damp, and not miserable.
This has been the longest, most godawful, painfully slow and drawn-out spring I have ever been through. I need to move. Aruba...
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