In the quiet house, I am awake first, and completely rested as the 5:30 alarm rings out. The rest here is luxurious and sweet. I have coffee by myself before anyone is awake. Then, I am out the door for my walk to the beach. It’s sunny and hot, but slightly cooler than yesterday, and a fine breeze of relief. The wind blows the white spray of the waves. The tide is coming in. The surfers are going out. I am listening to the new memoir by Leslie Jamison that dropped today on audible and it’s excellent, engaging. She writes so beautifully about being a mother for the first time. As I’m walking I am longing for my grandson, and wanting to connect, so I make him a brief video, asking him about dinosaurs and wondering aloud what dinosaurs walked the beaches of Central America. . . later, I hear from my daughter that he really enjoys it. Frank meets me for breakfast at a little cafe we often go to in the mornings and we have a chance to connect, just us. I get a bit of work done, prepping for my Tues. night group tonight and a few other things. Relax by the pool, have a catnap. We’re so comfortable with each other here. In the mid-afternoon we play pickle ball in a round robin nearby. I have NEVER played in the heat, and I’m wondering if I will be able to––it’s about 88 degrees and there is no shade on the courts, of course. And there is a wind. But we have fun, and I tolerate the heat better than I had hoped. So I will definitely enjoy playing again. I have to leave early to go back to the casa and run my group, which I always enjoy.