I’m writing this from my condo in Rehoboth Beach—the same one we rent every year for the last week of July. I’m on the couch, and if I look up from my laptop, here’s the view:
G won this on the boardwalk:
Pure carnival glory. So proud.
So, we’re basically done here.
Jk.
We stay at The Star of the Sea, top floor. The other morning, coming back with coffee around 9 A.M., Emily and I stepped into the elevator and ran into this guy:
I can’t tell if he’s having the best vacation of his life or the worst, but he seemed happy enough. As they say: you can’t drink all day if you don’t start in the morning.
Eating and Drinking
Speaking of mornings: we’ve been drinking this:
It’s good. No noticeable cognitive boost yet, but hey—it’s early. You can’t think all day if you don’t start in the morning.
Meals have been mostly healthy (the takeout Indian from Indigo the other night was especially good). But there’s also been plenty of this:
We went crabbing one morning. It was hell-hot, nobody caught a thing, but we did pick up pastrami sandwiches from Rosenfeld’s on the way home, so… call it a win.
Reading
Just finished this:
It challenged me in the best way. If you’re wondering what AI means for writers, fair warning: there’s some bad news here—but it’s the kind you need to know. I read it on Kindle, which was a mistake. Lots of photos and playful typography that didn’t translate well. I just ordered the hardcover to see what I missed.
Also read this gem:
Lovely. Inspiring. Full of great writing prompts. Since reading DOSE last month, I’ve stopped reaching for my phone in the mornings. Now I read and write first thing, and this was the perfect companion to that new ritual.
Thinking About
I can’t believe how much better I feel since ditching my phone first thing and last thing. My Oura sleep scores have been in the 90s, and my Resilience bumped from Strong to Exceptional.
That dopamine book really landed for me. Total game-changer. I’m now deep into Dopamine Nation—it’s a few years old, but it’s the one that blew the lid off this whole dopamine conversation.
July always feels like the Saturday of summer, and August the Sunday night. Tomorrow’s August 1st, and I can already feel that creeping Sunday-night energy.
But for now? I’m leaning into it: bike rides, boogie boarding, beach reads, family dinners. Sun-drunk and salty.
July is Saturday. August can wait until Monday morning.
Here’s to one more day of Saturday. Bisous.
Inspiration Location 