Beachy

Had a lovely day at Jones Beach yesterday. I played in the water while Chuckro read about the history of capitalism on the sand. I was also impressed by the number of languages spoken by the people around us - Spanish, French, and I think possibly Greek, plus a bunch of random Eastern European accents.

Good and less good

Had a lovely dinner for a friend's birthday, which was highly enjoyable.

Less enjoyable? The walk home from the PATH station in the torrential downpour. In a skirt and heels and a silk scarf. Thanks to creative bagging, my scarf and Chuck's phone made it through without getting wet. But to keep them dry meant sacrificing my back. Every single thing I was wearing was soaked through. From the top of my head to my heels, my skin was literally dripping. I hope I didn't destroy my sandals. I'm really glad I thought better of wearing my red satin shoes.