Do you ever just crave being cocooned in bubble wrap and insulated from personal and worldly issues and problems.

I find my residence in Florida a safe haven despite loathing the governor and the sunshine state’s politics.

Sometimes it is good to just be all about me.

The beach is my safe haven. The sound of the ocean, a good book providing hours of escapism.

My home is free of clutter, with a convenient washer/dryer unlike New York City and a verdant, sunny view off the ever enticing patio.

Other than sports, I never watch television free of the angst of my usual MSNBC addiction.

People still grate, but I swim, walk and Peloton to release frustrations.

Circumventing reality is as satisfying as chocolate so I will indulge until reality demands reentry.

Everyone deserves a bit of escapism and I had a perfect escape route yesterday. I watched the NY Giants finally beat the Philadelphia Eagles while I was sequestered in my own insulated, bubble wrapped football world.