My first blog

Some days it’s rough, living at the beach.  It’s hotter than fresh lava due to sweltering humidity.  One’s molten core is sealed in by moisture in the air and not allowed to escape. With no way of cooling off, you experience meltdown like a nuclear reactor. On top of that, there is no sympathy.  “Oh, you poor thing,” people say, “it must be tough living at the beach... I feel sorry for you .”  No sympathy.