I Believe I Need A Break

            I believe I need a break.

            Today I realize why the laundry detergent has lasted so long and wonder why it did not occur to me before.  Mom has been diluting it right along with the hand soap.  My Aveeno lotion narrowly escaped a similar fate yesterday:  she was about to drain the rest of her diluted Lubriderm into it.  The other “ah-hah!” moment in the bathroom involved a delayed reaction.  I heard the water furiously running in the sink.  After Mom was done, I went in for my shower.  After my shower I grabbed my bath towel.  It was damp already. 

            I believe I need a break.

            Last night I revisited the old eating-the-ice cream-right-out-of-the-carton days.  Let’s just say I totally blew my caloric intake.  And I’ve been so good at snacking on blueberries when the urge to munch overtakes me.

            I believe I need a break. 

I think I can get one tomorrow if my brother is working from home.  I’ll dash out right after lunch while Mom settles into her nap.  I’ll drive the ten miles to Double Bluff beach and take a walk.  Then I’ll continue my sojourn over to Langley, where I will walk scenic First Street along the shore, stopping in a shop here and there.  I’ll browse to my heart’s content at Good Cheer Thrift Store.  By the time I get home, the whole break will have been just two or three hours, but my sanity will be restored . . . at least until the next time I need a break.