Petey's in Maine

An elderly lady in my church handed me a small monetary gift yesterday.
My husband and I have not done much lately, so we drove to Petey's, up north in Maine and had a fried haddock sandwich. It was mmmm good!
We pulled off into a state park facing part of the ocean and I slept with my little wool blanket while my husband read.
I told him on the way back home after picking up a Duncan's coffee that I felt like a baby. "All I did was sleep and eat today."
Now I am cooking supper and washing a load of laundry and tomorrow, picking up my mom who lives an hour and a half away and taking her to a vascular doctor.