Thank goodness for the company of friends. Evenings are spent together at happy hour, noshing hors d 'oeuvres and speaking "of many things, like shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings. And why the sea is boiling hot and whether pigs have wings."* We've shared meals and memories and many a laugh which has eased the whole electrical/burned appliances/dealing with idiots thing.
And of course, there are always beautiful sunrises here at the beach.
* quote from Lewis Carroll's Through the Looking Glass.