This is my week of vacation at the beach.  Well, it isn’t really vacation.  It is a change of scenery with my family and I don’t have to do professional work.  But it is work to keep SOS and his friends who are out here, too, happy and un-whiny.

Still, I have a gift just for me.  As much as I love picking a scab, I will not, shall not, cannot watch the Republican National Convention.  I haven’t even read what the pundits have written.  I don’t know if Chris Christie spoke yet.  My pre-ulcerating stomach and my righteous indignation need a rest.

I feel free and chilled out.  I am not even bothered by SOS’s whining about the unfairness of it all when we tell him that he can’t play on the computer because the day is too beautiful to waste indoors.

Then I heard about the hideous incident where GOP racist conventioneers were spewing hatred at a camera woman.  And now profound disappointment and anxiety about our future have come roaring back into my vacation.

Well, that chilled out feeling was good while it lasted.