Can it get here any quicker?

"What has happened, has happened.

What will happen, will happen.

Enjoy the sun shining on your face today."

I so totally don't live like that. I worry about everything. Absolutely everything. Maybe two weeks at the beach will lighten the load a little. No TV, no news, no nothing except lots and lots of books. Books that transport instead of inform. Sometimes I wish I was a little less informed. Maybe some cards. Lots of sitting and thinking and watching and aimlessly strolling and swimming and messing about in boats and flinging floaty things for dogs and eating lots of seafood. Just two weeks of pure bliss. Almost here. Or rather almost there.