The rainy season is upon us - in The Marshall Islands, I mean. Whatta way to spend my last week here, huh?
Just when I was planning on taking some diving lessons, God decided to do some spring cleaning.
I haven’t seen the sun in days. It’s pretty wet here.
That means no tennis, too.
Raft3r has been stuck in the hotel room with a bag full of chips and half a gallon of vanilla ice cream. I am getting heavier by the second.
Idleness can be very comforting.