My husband has taken a week off from work, so we’re having an RV staycation. It’s really more for his sanity, avoiding the high school-level drama at work.

Today, we decided to enjoy the sunny weather. The beaches in Coronado have just reopened, allowing people to walk, run, and cycle, but you can’t sit or have a picnic on the beach.

We swung by In-N-Out for some double-double burger goodness and ate in a park in Old Town. Since we rarely eat out or do anything special, it felt like a treat.

In the afternoon, we balanced our indulgence by doing a 9-mile loop around Coronado Island—he ran while I cycled. This place is so beautiful, with magnificent houses and well-kept yards. Just cycling around, dreaming about what we’d do if we had a couple of million to afford a place here, was pretty fun.

I’m looking forward to a peaceful week at home, without hearing about work nonsense.

I do wish we could have saved these days off for after the crisis. It would have been nice to visit his family in Florida, mine in France, or spend time in Guatemala. But since the people at his work are doing shifts—a week on, a week off—someone higher up got jealous and decided if he’s sitting at his desk, so should everyone else.

So, we’re using the time off to keep our sanity and will find a way to visit friends and family later.

I thought about spending a night in the desert, but we can’t move the RV since the campground wouldn’t let us back in. We’d have to just use the truck, sleep in the back, or pitch a tent. And, since we’re already paying $40 a night for a comfy campground on the beach, it feels weird to do that.

Plus, we don’t know all the local rules in other places. For example, while Coronado has reopened its beach, National City next door requires masks everywhere, not just in stores.