Yesterday hubby and I went to the beach. At first I didn't feel like going, but by the time we got there I was happy we had gone. It was beautiful and not crowded at all, as expected. On our way, we were yapping a lot and then suddenly my husband was like "Why are we still on this highway?" The GPS was for some reason set for my husband's eye doctor in Philadelphia. The route to the beach is partially on the same highway, but we had long since past the exit to head in that direction. We were only 20 minutes from Philly. We had to turn around and start heading east. We ended up going to a beach further south than originally planned.

I have yearned for more and more sleep lately. My usual 7 to 9 hours has been regularly 9 to even 10. On weekdays I still try to get up to make breakfast before hubby leaves. This morning he woke up early, so made breakfast and his lunch. I appreciated it. I feel fine now. I was doing a lot of cleaning up until 15 minutes ago. I'm resting. It's a beautiful day again. I want to get outside again, but also want to make homemade apple strudel later today.

Island Beach State Park in New Jersey (photographed yesterday)