Outer Banks Photo Dump

Been back from the Outer Banks for two weeks, and I am somehow still sloughing off dead skin.  I don’t mind, though.  I forgot how much I enjoy having a tan.  I am happier.  I feel more alive.  Or maybe I’m feeling that way because I was able to live the temporary fantasy of being a writer by the seaside with no real responsibilities, and I was in desperate need of experiencing that fantasy, even just for a week, and the tan is just incidental.

Maybe it’s my lizard brain urging me to make that temporary fantasy a reality.

Something to reflect on, I suppose.

Below are a few photos from the trip.  Normal programming shall resume next week.

Kirby, traveling in style.
Fozzie ran for the first time in ages.
Footage of Kirby having the best time.
Key lime pie. Mmmm… pie.
If you sell this photo of my feet, please give me a cut.
This book written for children educated us on surfer lingo.
Found a pinball machine at the pier.
So happy!
Last couple of days were spent in Virginia Beach, in an adorable little suite off a very chatty lady’s house.

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