Frolicing in the Sand

Today's my day to wow you with intellectual wit and dry humor. Said wit and humor would map out an X-marks-the-spot. You'd follow the clues, search, dig, and then ponder the discovered treasure with a wry smile at the profundity and simplicity of it all.
But here's the thing. Yesterday and today I'm on the beach. My only two days at the shore this year, which is 363 too few, if you ask me. So today my treasure is soft sand that sifts through my fingers instead of an hourglass and waves that work and strain and reach until the touch the beach only to be pulled back again, kicking and screaming, to start over again (kinda like my writing). But that one crash is worth it.
So pardon me while I frolic...