Can you walk through all the steps that get you from A to B?

Our first full day there, we were going to walk around Old San Juan, so I did not use any sunscreen, because I was hoping for some color. My mother offered sunscreen to me again after we had left, and I said no again. Because after months of winter, I forgot that my chest always burns, even when the rest of me doesn't appear to have been in the sun at all! So it's all my own fault.

The kids may have changed the meaning of asshole while I wasn't looking.

Brenda and I are waiting for the haze to burn off (that's what I'm saying. It's not clouds! It will go away!) and it to warm up enough to hit the beach. Or pool.

It's not clouds! It will go away!) and it to warm up enough to hit the beach. Or pool.

I really sympathise with the difficult decision you have to make between the beach and the pool.

It's a tough life, for sure.

My heart is breaking for the both of you, brenda. Can't you hear the little pieces hitting the ground? I mean it. Really. Uh huh.

I once bumped into a pair of foreign tourists in the gift shop of the Sears Tower, and was astounded to find out they were French when I asked where they were visiting from. Their conversation sounded nothing like the French I've heard in movies, and I'd initially assumed they were from Greece or a Eastern European country whose language I'd never heard before. I'm guessing some non-Parisian dialect?

Quebec French sounds very recognizable to me, even though I only understand a few words.

The kids may have changed the meaning of asshole while I wasn't looking.

So, just a dumbass, maybe. It's half the same!

So, just a dumbass, maybe. It's half the same!

Way more of a dumbass!

It's a tough life, for sure.

It feels like 13F here. The weather needs to cooperate and give you beach time so I can enjoy it vicariously.