While sitting at Good Harbor Beach having a summer moment last Friday, my throat started to hurt. By the time our gang left, I felt like I was literally fading into a coma (I know I tend to exaggerate, but seriously, I felt my energy draining like the Rotor Rooter man had come to visit). I didn’t want to ruin the party, but I declined dinner, came home stuffed a few chips with guacamole in my mouth and hit my bed hard. And that’s where I’ve been since Friday. Yes, I did miss the last two unbelievably perfect days. And for those of you who do not live in Boston and do not have to contend with the post traumatic stress disorder brought on by last winter, you NOT will understand that missing two days of sunshine is not tragic, like gun violence, or ISIS, but devastating nonetheless.
Here’s the positive. I binge watched a great series on Netflix (oh, and indulged in cheese toast and strawberry ice cream). It’s called Bloodlines, and it’s filmed in Miami, so I got a great story along with totally gorgeous beach, which given my bed-ridden state, was almost as good as being at Crane’s (not at all). AND it has Kyle Chandler, Coach, from Friday Night Lights. And again he plays another straight up good, descent man trying his best. That dude is dreamy. If you’re up for a binge, this is a good recommendation. Strawberry ice cream doesn’t suck either.