June has been a rough month for me. Emergency trip back home. Family funeral. A day in the emergency room. Trying to cram a month of work into two weeks. I've barely looked at books let alone read them.

But I haven't wished the month away (even though June hates me) because I knew this was coming. Vacation. Sweet, sweet vacation in a place that the direction tells you take a left and then it's the last cottage by the ocean.

I'm going to let the ocean take my worries away. I'm going to break out in freckles. I'm going to wear my hair in braids. I'm going to splash in the ocean (it'll be cold but I'll manage).

And maybe, just maybe I'll get some reading in. After all, I will be spend the equivalent of several working days in the car. I might as well read, right?