Yesterday was tax day. I had the returns done Tuesday and put them out for DH to read over and make comments. He shuffled the papers, did not look at them, and left them on the table. So Wednesday morning I sat him down to sign them and then took them to the post office. Both the stress of doing the taxes (and writing the check) and the irritation of being alone in the enterprise was too much to be productive,
so I jumped in my car and headed for the beach (90 miles away). The beach (sand, surf, sun, etc) along with some food and a good book has always had the most calming influence on me. And yesterday was the perfect beach day.
After about 2 hours of this I did do a little shopping. I looked at a couple of telephoto lenses for my new camera, didn’t buy one yet, and then picked up spaghetti for dinner from one of our favorite places.