Thanksgiving Vacation, Day Two

Are you supposed to sleep late when you are on vacation? I was reading a New Yorker article from 2006 and the interviewed person, a real Bohemian from Greenwich Village in New York, was talking about feeling lost when he didn't stay awake until four in the morning. I couldn't do that. I woke today around six. I watched the sun peer over the eastern horizon like a small orange stub. I ate granola and yogurt and drank two glasses of orange juice. Then I walked out of the house and walked down the beach to the cut, a place in St. George Island where the government cut an inlet between two parts of the island for boats to escape rough seas to the safety of the bay.

When I got to the cut, the waves were rolling heavy through the inlet toward the bay. Several fishermen had moved inward toward the bay to escape the waves. As I headed back down the beach toward the rented house, I saw a father and son with fishing equipment. I told them the water was really rough down there. I don't think they understood me.

I took naps throughout the day and tried to avoid taking calls on my cellphone. I had to take a few. I had to turn down a total of five closings they wanted me to conduct over the next few days. I did take one scheduled for next Monday.

Later.