I know; it’s a rough life! Go ahead; wish me every evil your little heart desires. I’m a big girl, and getting bigger with every new local restaurant (and bakery) Jimmy and I encounter.
I’d envy the world traveler I’ve become too if I was still riding the 9 to 5 merry go round; seeing the same four walls of cinderblocks, the same crazy co-workers, the same psycho boss (literary license is so liberating when I have carte blanche to make up things as I go along to create a good story); dealing with the same problems, the same people with the same ole problems, the same committees, the same committee meetings, the same office politics. Did I miss anything?
I don’t miss eating the same sack lunch or the intermittent cafeteria food when I could manage 45 minutes away from the grind. Of course, unlike my current smorgasbord of food options, a working lunch helped minimize the extra pounds. When the billboards along US 1 (would you believe US 1 runs all the way from Maine to Key West!) recommend preventing scurvy by eating key lime pie, there’s no winning the battle of the bulge. Heaven forbid I add scurvy to the litany of ailments already standing between me and my idea of a good time! We all have our cross to bear.
I’m still doing battle with the same 24 hours. Time will always be the enemy; it’s why I’m so exhausted. Jimmy and I crammed three days of non-stop sightseeing into 36 hours in order to do Key West justice on a budget. It’s now mutiny on my bountiful body.
My feet bailed first, followed in rapid succession by my knees, hips, and back. I raised the white flag yesterday just before my entire body threatened to jump ship. Seems I’m no longer up to walking six miles in the hot sun even if it means missing some of Key West’s Old Town.
Sun? You know; that big ball of fire that’s the life of the party year round in the Sunshine State of Florida.
I do have some sunshine I can share with you. Yep, it’s Fun Foto Friday and in my book, laughter is sunshine without the burn.