Back to My Beachy Battery Charger

I miss my Cape! It was a bittersweet trip in August, just before Figgy left for college and Punch moved back into our home.

New Jersey schools get a four-day weekend in early November for a teachers' convention. I'm going to the Cape with my Punch. I'm really sad that the Sheraton Four Points on Route 6 in Eastham--which has a book one night/get the second at 40 percent off--doesn't take even small dogs, so I have to leave Sug home with H. [who has to work two events]. Figgy is heading to Maine for a few days.

But I have my eye on the horizon. I'm sad, tired, angry, baffled, fearful. Lost. The sands keep shifting under my feet. I need to unplug and then plug back in. I need to see my ocean, my pond, my Hot Chocolate Sparrow, my Wellfleet, the little unassuming library......the Salt Pond Visitors' Center. My friends may go, too--not sure.

I need my Cape. Yet I have to remember that this is not little Figgy, but a different girl with different [boundless] energy.

And I'm hoping that the vacation trick comes through--when I'm going away, I tend to work efficiently to make my deadlines first.

Good night.

TCOY

1. Boot camp in the dome. We boxed today, and Patsy, Sue and Eric made me laugh so much.
2. Caesar salad with grilled chicken.