It’s no day at the beach being me, I said. It’s no walk in the park. I can see that, she said. Trust me, I said. It’s no picnic. Clearly, she said. What’s that supposed to mean? I said. I’m just agreeing with you, she said. You might have argued a bit, I said. Tried to convince me otherwise. Who knows, maybe it is a day at the beach being me. Or maybe it’s a day at the beach being with me. No, she said. It’s not.