My Sunday Ritual

Sunday ritual? My Sunday ritual lately has been to sleep in past my alarm (I still don't turn it off, even on the weekends). Wake up around 9 and lay in bed until 10. Then sit on the front stoop while I read the New York Times and bake bread. While this isn't a bad ritual in any sense, I decided today would be different. I would continue with the Sunday ritual I had in Hawaii. That is, wake up at 9 and get out of bed by 9:15. Eat a PB&J with orange juice, pack a bottle of orange juice and another PB&J and ride my bike to the beach. A much better ritual. In Hawaii, I would bring the newspaper with me to read at the beach (it was only 30 or so pages), but the New York Times is actually heavy, so I'll stick to the summer novels (or the dorky scientist definition of summer books- Micheal Crichton here I come!). The only thing I need now is some tropical fish and a tolerance for cold water.

Pictured is White Beach. It is several miles long and the parking lot is for residents only, being that it is Long Island that means the beach is nearly empty. I saw three other people. The only problem is that despite the fact it is one of the beaches closer to my house the road I have to ride to get to it is called Mount Misery, for a reason.