A Day's Work

First real day of vacation, all the other sinners back at work and I sit here on the sand and listen to the crashing waves rush-shush and thumble. I feel like I'm playing hooky, getting away with something, putting off the price to pay for when they take a moment from the day-to-day to deal with a minor functionary like me who's been derelict in the duties he never wanted to do in the first place.

Katie's toes are covered in sand. She wiggles them idly, then pulls them out of the sun.