In Which an Opportunity Arose
Occasionally, in the course of The Boy’s job, the need will arise for him to make a last-minute jaunt. Sometimes, this means I get to haul myself out of bed very early and drop him at the airport. Sometimes, it means I look at my schedule, do a bit of calculation, and declare my intent to join him. One of those calculations found us here on Sunday morning.
We saw a host of mysterious sea denizens. I have no idea what this is but I’m fairly sure it hates me and wants me to suffer.
We’re headed back home shortly, but not before I make a pilgrimage to Webs. I will take the proper camera, I will wear comfortable shoes, and I will bring snacks. Then I will report back, assuming of course I can be convinced to leave and don’t accidentally set up residence. Wish me luck.