Our orange tinted river

Tomorrow is my 60th birthday.  How in God's name can someone as immature as me be 60?  I am eternally 12.  And that's pushing it.   My great plans for this auspicious occasion have gone amuck.  I had hoped to have a wonderful trip somewhere, a once in a lifetime something, but this fricking virus has messed with my birthday!  The nerve.  But at least thing are calm enough here that we are venturing forth and taking MIL to a restaurant tomorrow night.  We will be seated OUTSIDE, with MASKS, but still it will be an adventure.  AND what's more, we are going away, minus MIL, to the sea for 2 days, 1 night.  Hey.  It's something.  The check-in process for this place is insane.  We have to pre-check-in on-line, book a time for arrival to avoid others, then wear a mask when not in our room and pay only the exact amount in cash so as to avoid touching anything.  But the view is wonderful and I'll get to swim.  More to come.  xx oo me