The worst thing about going to the beach is that I have to leave. Today was especially difficult because I went almost straight from the beach to a staff meeting. Truth is today I felt like I came crashing down to each with a thud. There is nothing as happy as dogs on the beach. My two are on a high on the sand and that sense of pure joy can't help but rub off. I mean look at them. It sticks to you just like the sand. But with the shower washing away the sand so went the joy. And back to reality. But it's a balance thing. You've got to try and take the good with the bad. And then you have to plan the next beach trip.