Sunny

Ili and I were afraid that we would quarrel with one another, out of sorts, you know, about not being at a resort, so we decided to make a lobster dinner with decadent deserts.  We invited my mother.  I grilled the lobster in olive oil and lemon juice.  Turned out perfectly.  So I decided to buy myself a very expensive scotch.

I feel bloated this morning.  Still, we want more luxury.  That's the way it is with luxury.

We'll go broke very quickly.

Today, though, there will still be some money in the till.  No point in worrying until you have to, right?

1,000,000 people on the beach and an empty garbage can.  This is Ili's shot.