We went to the beach today. I got to splash in the waves and poke at shells and dig in the sand and make sand castles and witch's castles and and and . . . -bouncy, bouncy-

Having the tide wash a teeny tiny pale blue baby Portugeese Man-of-War jellyfish under my right thigh didn't make me feel any less bouncy. Spot still hurt like all hell for a while, but it didn't even put a dent in my good mood.

I feel alive and bright and the ocean is singing to me.