I'm back from the beach. Sixty degrees and cloudy, my left buttock. It was sunny and warm (with the everpresent fresh seabreeze). If I expected to get a break from the incessant sunshine, I was out of luck. It was lovely, if sunny.
This week, OC is in Ye Olde Theatre Camp, and that is going very well despite some difficult behavior situation which I dealt with beautifully if I do say so myself.
In short: I don't have anything of substance to post right this second due to time constraints. Furthermore, I don't have time to compose anything tonight. Finally, tomorrow morning looks bad, too.
In conclusion, these few paragraphs are offered as a pittance while I go off to be with strange women who have eat and drink before they incidentally throw dice around to play something called bunco. (I thought it would be a good place to meet new people, make friends.) I have to go figure out what to wear. I need to find something that says "I want to be your friend desperately!" but leaves out the "desperately" part.