It's usually around this point of our annual vacation to Ireland, after the first week and just as Theresa gets up the nerve to get into the water, that I begin to seriously consider whether I should simplify my life. Why do I work 14 hours a day? Theresa can work anywhere as a nurse. I could start freelancing again. I keep telling myself that we're seeing Tramore as it is in the summer. In the winter, it's probably pretty dire. And I somehow doubt that its schools are on the top of the league tables. Some day, though, I'm not going to come back.
Monday, August 08, 2005
Another beach day
