Somehow, my knees manage to avoid the flamethrower we call the sun. I'm not sure how that happened, but when my partial thickness injury turns to a golden brown, those white spots are going to be HOT. I cant wait to hear the "on your knees" jokes.
Working nights has the benefit of allowing you to have every day off. Most of the time, it's for sleep. Sometimes its to run errands that can only be done when normal people function i.e, grocery shopping, Dr's appointments, and the bank. But, in the summer, it's for the beach. Work til 7am, beach by 9, home by 4, rinse, repeat. Its a wonderful thing.
Tuesday I arrived at the beach at 830. I walked 4 miles down the walking path, which was awesome, then was on the beach by 930. I called Mija and she said she was on her way. Fab! Company! I applied some sunscreen, Waterproof SPF 4, and jumped in the water to cool off. I then proceeded to sleep, face down, til Mija woke me at noon. And then stayed til 2. I'm smart.
I know, I know. SPF 4?! My entire life I've never needed anything higher than that. I'm pretty fair, but in the sun my italian comes out, and I've always handled the sun well. However, at the ripe old age of 32, during my last summer at the Jersey shore, my skin has given out. I'm just like every other fair skinned person. Burned. Pass the SPF 100, please.
I spent most of today laying in a bathtub of vinegar. I warned BuddyBuddy about the smell that permeated through the house. I swear, I wasn't douching all over the house. It worked pretty well, and I actually felt good for a few hours.
I'm stocked up on SPF 50, aloe, lidocaine gel, and after sun lotion. I'm ready for you, Sandy Hook! And as soon as I molt out of this shell, we're having a rematch!
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