After bounding around in the pool for a while, I came home determined to take my camera out into the sun shine. I packed a lunch, grabbed the newest Marcia Muller mystery and headed for the bay. Even tho it was cold, the sun was out, and the sky was a beautiful blue.
No shoes. I forgot to exchange my house moccasins for tennies. That limited my walk-a-bout. Still, I got a few good pictures that should hold me through the upcoming rain. Several Navy ships went out, lots of yachts motored by….no wind, and the walkers amused me every time I looked up. The book was great and Grumpy’s fabric covered, bench seat was very comfortable for my change of weather pains. My one trip to the nearby bathroom got me shots of rescue mannequins resting in a SD Harbor Police garage clean-out as well as a variety of other harbor shots.
Dinner was a huge success, but I was up all night with nightmares. Something in the salsa probably didn’t agree. Or did the continuing Costa Concordia news take up a second life in my subconscious? Perhaps Lessa’s bad news triggered the nightmares or that I worry about Lenora and Mohave up in Portland’s snows. Did I mention that I hate nightmares? The Geezer was just about to rescue me from some unnamed peril when I woke this morning relieved I was ok and in my own lovely, soft, warm, comfortable bed.