"You look so funny."

I am sitting on the long-running balcony of a hotel on Cape Cod

 working on the background portion of an assessment.  The bay is

 calm.  Little gulls fly past.  Graceful sail boats sail past.  

Its still cool and breezy although its going to be very hot later.  

My heavy sweatshirt keeps me warm now.  My IPad is propped on

a chair that turned, is being used as a table.

My nephew passes by me on the way to get his morning coffee.

"You look so funny."

"I look Funny?"

"In a good way."

I laugh at him and return to work.