Everyone I know is going to the beach this weekend.  I want to be at the beach.  I miss the ocean.  I miss the sand.  And.. mostly, in fact.. I miss the seafood.

Spring fever has hit me HARD this year.  It’s a combination of bizarre weather conditions (traveling to Seattle-like Vandenburg did not help); the fact that all of my friends are now free for months, since they’re teachers out for the summer; and the knowledge that I probably won’t get a vacation of any sort within the next two years.

I’m trying to fix this in small ways.  One way is that I’m walking.  A lot.  I’m taking lunch breaks (something I NEVER do).  I’m doing anything and everything to be outside.  I think that’s what I miss: the sunshine. 

In other news, Bryan’s birthday is this weekend.  I have already purchased his present (which he picked out, so there is no surprise there) and soon he will be allowed to ride it.  He gets so incredibly giddy over this new bike, as if it’s the first and only mode of independent transporation.  He’s already mapped out a route to work, and we’re getting The Boy a bike for HIS birthday (the first weekend in June), so they can ride together.

While Sarah is at the beach.