Monday, August 2, 2010

When I Stop Talking, You'll Know I'm Dead

The morning was slow. It started with breakfast on the tiny deck, and in my bathrobe. Believe it or not I needed a blanket. Underneath all the spinach and garlic and tomatoes and onions on that plate are 3 egg whites. Delicious.

I didn't get to the beach until noon today, waiting for the haze to burn off. It always does. We had a perfect deserted spot. I didn't leave until I managed to finish the Jerry Weintraub book I started last night, When I Stop Talking, You'll Know I'm Dead. Loved it.

We are off for a walk downtown and maybe a movie.

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Caitlin said...

Was it too cold to go in the water? I mean, did Dad go in the water?

Patti said...

HA. No water yesterday...