The beach was so lovely that I promised myself I would return soon. It had only taken me about 45 minutes to drive to Newport and with a little more nerve, I might even make it in 30. I was brimming with self promises--to write more, to drive more, to see more, to be a better, fuller, more interesting me. The beach can do that to you.
And then I hit mid-day-no-reason-for-a-jam-but-but-hey-why-not traffic.
It took two hours to get home. Oh California. When will I learn to carry a good book on tape?