Time to Go

It was tough to leave the beach,  but reality bites.  Mia had to be up early to work the next day and I had to get back to the farm.  Matt was taking care of everybody, working on cars and whacking down thistles with the tractor.  We feared the Garden State Parkway would be murder, but we breezed back to Morristown with no problem.  We stopped at Kings, the upscale market I shopped at for years and years,and marveled at the $300 wheels of Jarlsberg and all the imported cheeses.  Mia bought me some British ginger/mango cheese along with a rotisserie chicken and spring greens.  We went back to Kim's apartment and ate dinner, happy to leave the salt water and a little sand on our skin until morning.