I am writing from a much needed vacation at the beach, in the central coast of California. The vacation, which we would normally take in July, had to be postponed due to the arrival of my second son. We chose to vacation over Labor day and tack a few extra days on to the end of vacation. The weekend of Labor Day, including today (Monday) was very busy and the evenings were punctuated with firecrackers and music from our neighbors. Now, as evening is winding down and people have to go to work tomorrow, the beach town has returned to it's sleepy state and we still have another full day at the beach before we drive home the next morning. I plan to make the most of it.
It has been great so far, eating food with reckless abandon, drinking mocha and lattes every morning, and enjoying the sights and sounds of the beach. I would say that I am almost energized to head back to normal life and my 9-5 job as a writer. Almost. I am getting some inspiration, as I often do here, to write in the many stories that I have in the works, which is something I have needed but have been unable to find time for as of late. I know as the little one gets older I will have more time to spend on writing. I would love to stick around here more but I hear the ocean calling me. There is a bowl of Gilatto with my name on it.