so what do you when you have been stuck in a hotel room allllllllll day with a sick hubby? you go stir crazy, brew your first ever pot of coffee to cover the stink of the room, and with all the pity in your heart completely edged out by cabin-fever, you pile everyone into the minivan, even the sick man, and drive to the ocean.
sunset at the ocean is a beautiful time, very healing, very rejuvenating, and it did the trick for me, at least. too bad bert had to deal with a crazy wife driving around all over the place, unable to find our hotel, but we finally got there (after he kicked me out of the driver's seat). and i wish i could say that he was a new man by the next morning, but he wasn't. a slightly smaller man, yes, but not a new man.
poor, poor bert!
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