Wednesday at the beach

Pretty much the only vacations I go on for a week - no more or less - are vacations to the beach. Invariably on tuesday or wednesday around midafternoon I look out off the deck or settle in with a book & a full stomach to doze off to sleep and think to myself "Gosh, we've only been here for half the time and it seems like an eternity. We still have X days left."


And of course invariably X days fly by and the next thing I know I'm loading up the car wondering what happened. The first half is always, always, always, longer than the second half.