Freedom

4:52 p.m., on the boardwalk in Gloucester, MA.

I know I write a lot on here about how I wish I had a boyfriend.

But there are occasional benefits to being single.  

Kind of like when it is 85 and sunny and I've gone up to a friend's in North Andover on a Sunday afternoon and when leaving,  instead of taking I-93 back to Boston, take 38 miles of slow road due east, because I had no better place to be than cruising with a coffee frappuccino and NPR and the sunroof open and nothing to do but think thoughts and see the ocean and not a single person to answer to for any of it.