The Bloody Doors Off

I am struggling.

The dentures feel so foreign to me. I’m popping them out every once in a while, for a few moments, to get some respite from the alien feeling.

I forgot to put sunscreen on yesterday.

It was cloudy. And I forgot the UV rays can still penetrate.

So I am every pink.

And must slather SPF 60 if I am to go out on the dock today to read.

We discussed the possibility of leaving early.

There were convincing arguments on both sides by the adults in the room.

Vetoed by the boy who, despite spending the majority of time in his room, says he is enjoying himself.

We care that much for his happiness.

I have bug bites all over my body.

Despite the OFF bug spray. I guess pasty (now pink), plump white dude is on the menu up here.

I suspect I enjoy all-inclusive vacations more as there is less responsibility to clean.

It feels like just another day at the condo. Only I can walk to water, instead of drive to it.

Auggie is having the time of her life. Doubtful she’ll want to leave.

The cats are acting up at home, with the lack of omnipresent humans.

Apparently one of them (*cough*Hannah*cough*) took a poop in my slipper as a form of protest. I shudder to think of what else we’ll find.

Guess I’m hitting Walmart when we get back.

(Seriously, it is hard as fuck to find slippers anywhere else.)

TL:DR. I am grateful for the break, but am ready to come home.