Thursday rolled around, and we went to the beach, again. This time, it was a beautiful small cove near a friend’s house where my writing group was meeting. I got a chance to hang out and talk a bit and then spend time with my kids at the shore. They reveled in the smooth stones, soft sand, and many shells. There were the usual types of shells complemented by crab and horseshoe crab shells. The crab shells transitioned from gold to a deep maroon. Each child spent time in the water, and both eventually went deeper than their bellybutton.
On the drive home, my son took an hour nap, and the kids were zonked that evening.