Sequestered In Beauty, Indeed ...

A day of rest is its own reward. Especially when you are feeling adrift. So we set up our tent (literally) in the great healing spot, I read fifty pages of The Ocean At The End Of The Lane, napped, and basically gave myself permission to do nothing. And when we were done doing nothing, we went to see Man of Steel, which was not perfect, but which was fun. (And I do have to admit ... Superman was gorgeous!)

And now for more rest.