So...the beach photos? They like to drag their feet. Walking in sand, you know, is very slow going.
However, this happened:
Then I had a brief love affair with a bag of potato chips. Or several. (The relationship may have been polygamous.)
Returning, I became an at-home professional in a new "office":
The world ended.
It's August, y'all. I'm not in school. This is weird.