OMG! Dial-up sucks! Especially if you’re on AT&T, because there are no access numbers for dial-up in Sarasota. Geez! I’m sure there was a way around it, but by the time I cared enough to try, I also realized that the cute little place I stayed at charged 50 cents for the first half-hour and 50 cents for every minute over that for dial-up access! They seriously did not want you to use their phone lines for internet access, and really – with dial-up, how long must it take just to check mail much less write anything?!?
But there were some saving graces:
How’s that for a sunset, y’all? Or this one:
Nope, it just doesn’t get any better than this. Two full days of lying on the beach doing zip. Nada. Squat. Hangin’ with The Shoes & Co. If it weren’t for the presence of the RLA, it would have been an all-estrogen fest. No Cosmos, though.
I got back home on Tuesday – not nearly long enough – and have been having a tough time getting my head back in the game. Truly.
More later, but first:
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