Today I was stung by a jellyfish. My stomach has big sting bites on it. Fortunately it was not a Portugese Man o’ War. I wondered about it but I kept swimming out into the ocean because if you’re stung fatally by a jelly fish I was pretty sure my hustling in to shore wasn’t going to help anything. It was still hurting pretty badly when I finished my long swim but then Mark bought me mint chocolate chip icecream cone! And then of course I felt better. It’s Sunday, church bells are ringing, we’re still on vacation. We’ll be flying into NY on July 4th and landing at JFK amid the fireworks.