Here’s the bottom line…

    … I didn’t feel like drinking when I was in the Bahamas.
     I FELT a lot of other things, though.  I’m just not ready to put them into words.

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     And I have to admit, at the time this photo was taken, I had just surreptitiously looked at my watch (10:30) and I was acutely aware of the fact I’d seen many of the objects ‘art in the room, in the West Elm Summer Catalogue… 

     Don’t I look kind of quietly DESPERATE?  Would you want to drink with this woman???

     By the way, I’m in the VIP room of a Bar on Harbour Island, not a Bordello or a soothsayer’s tent… 

     I’m unpacking today and reflecting as I wash off a couple days sweat (it was bloody HOT) and pink sand from my casual but oh-so-chic resort wear… I’ll think about it all tomorrow and  I’ll make some brilliant conclusions then…



Today I’m not drinking because: I’m doing laundry.

How come you’re not drinking?