On the importance of eating crunchy things on the beach

I mean, you could, possibly, be eating sand, but unless check, it could totally be roasted peanuts you're grinding up between your molars.

In other words: I am on vacation!* Which, I'm certain, you've already noticed by the shocking change in frequency of my posts. (By which I mean: by this post.)

* Until tomorrow to be precise. This little interjection was brought to you by the influence of my holiday reading, Tristram Shandy.