Sometimes I forget we live at the beach.

So on Friday, Mark and I did something we have not done for way too long. We went to the beach. We just went to take a walk, but that was more than we've done since the fall. It's sad that we live 10 minutes from the beach and we haven't been there in months. The weather was gorgeous, the water was warm. Lots of surfers but no waves. Now that we've started going again, maybe we can make a habit of it, but Mark says we can't schedule time to go to the beach because that defeats the purpose of going to relax. But if we don't make the time to go, we never will. And that is just wrong.