Saturday, July 6, 2013
Slow Tide of Life
As the sunlight cascades down, turning unprotected skin a painful shade of "cooked lobster", events occur elsewhere. The torrential rains in Atlanta Thursday the 4th collapsed the ceiling for my top floor department, and by yesterday afternoon they threw in the towel and evacuated by a little after noon. I'll check on my office tomorrow on the way back, my boss having matters as much in control as they can be. Tybee Island. Im told it's a drinking town with a fishing problem. I stay in a condo over by the lighthouse, vegging out. Clearly, a badly needed vegging out. The seafood is good, and lots of good places to get it: I'm getting what I needed: a chance to get away and sort out how I'm leading my life, and how I'm going to be leading it here on out. Oh--and I'm getting sun for some much needed photosynthesis. Have you ever noticed how much better you feel once you get your chlorophyl moving?