Woke up, enjoyed my first cup of coffee at daybreak on the patio.

Swam laps before 8am with my husband.

9am I am on my own…what to do?

I have cooked, cleaned, exercised and contemplated my day.

I am very fortunate to be in sunny Florida, but no playmates.

I headed to the beach and on the way picked up a sandwich. That’s usually my husband’s assignment on the way to the beach if there are no lunch options at home.

I park and have the daunting task of schlepping the chair, umbrella and beach bag a mile on the beach.

Where’s my beach biatch?

I settle in and of course become contemplative about life alone.

You think about these things in south Florida because widows and widowers abound.

Okay, cancel the pity party…read your damn book, eat your sandwich and worry about the possibilities tomorrow.

On a completely darker note, Ron DeSantis was sworn this week for a second term as Fuhrer of Florida.

His wife mistakenly channeled Jackie O with a gruesome caplet dress by Alex Perry, too wide white high heels (way after Labor Day), an uneven hemline and white opera length gloves in 80 degree weather. The price tag for the frock, $2,600…she overpaid.

By the way, the power behind the throne is Mrs. DeSantis.

Purportedly, Casey’s former colleagues at TV station WJXT where the 42 year-old was a former news and television show host, said she fully intends on being a president’s wife…we shall see about that!

Ronald McSantis looks like he has been eating immigrants.

This is not a photogenic White House family, but that is the least of our problems with his ultra conservative doctrines.

”Woke” up, America!

Enough said.

Photos:Daily Mail