We set our bar low today, and, as of 1:25 p.m. have achieved little. We kicked it off with some CNN and cereal, breakfast of champions.
Made a call to book our Haleakala trip (a bike ride that will have us coasting down from 6,000 feet above the sea) tomorrow, then walked to the beach for the rest of the morning. Luckily, a Ross The Intern type (before the weight loss), loud on the beach Saturday, was back, and we got to hear about the time he went book shopping with Glen Close. We also hear Portia de Rossi and Ellen DeGeneres were seen strolling the path in front of the condo this morning.
Patty says we're getting up early tomorrow.
Red Sox hat count on the beach: three, including mine. Yankees hats: one, worn by Ross The Intern.
Patty read another bunch of pages and I read another profile in a magazine -- this one on John McCain, whose casual relationship with the truth is the focus of a Rolling Stone cover story.
Typical liberal media.
Between words, we passed judgment on those who tried to enter the water for any activity.
We're back now for a bit to eat lunch and cool off, then we'll return to the beach for the rest of the day, and we'll come back here, clean up and head out for dinner.
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