The sea, the sea

In keeping with the record high weather, we are heading for the coast tonight. I shall rush home from my labors, I shall pack up my layers (this is still Oregon), I shall pack up my letter-writing materials (never fear! If you graced my mailbox with a letter, you'll hear from me in an intimate, personal, and inky way soon!), I shall pack up my beach reading and I shall depart to the land of third-wheel-ness, back seat riding, waves, sand and salty skin. I shall bare my glowing white skin. I shall numb my feet in the Pacific. I shall pray that Tyka's giggling remains under control. I shall frolic. I shall not want to come back.