I ran away from my sick bed yesterday to leave the house to the housekeeper. Perhaps that was sick thinking, but Grumpy and I were able to doze the morning away by the bay in comfort. Water, camera, a book, and warm clothes…what more could I want.
The air was filled with Santa Ana, desert grey-brown dust wrapped around the city when I arrived on the island. The air around the Point seemed clearer, so I drove to the far end and was able to get one of the prime parking spots. I could look straight down the mouth of the bay. A yacht or two sailed by, runners and walkers brought back memories of when I race-walked the island, and funny little boats were just off the rocks near the markers.
On the left is the small craft the Navy uses to train dolphins. There are small dots near the markers in the water, and my guess is that they are dolphins and trainers. On the right is the strangest thing I’ve seen in our harbor….perhaps it is undetectable in some way zipping under the radar.
Home to read the afternoon away. G arrived back from work shortly after I did, and we both faded companionably. I’m being extremely careful of myself with this cold. The last two colds lasted over six months each with the cough from the last one still with me when I caught this virus. My youngest daughter worries that I will fall down the stairs here. I worry that I will just slowly fade away coughing all the while.