Sunday was stormy from early on, but not so early that I didn't get to the beach for about a half an hour.  I came home to a sleeping daughter and two sleeping dogs, a magazine, and a warm drink.  I read Sierra magazine, and I found out my laptop uses more energy in a year than the average Haitian.  

 The storm ended just as I finished the ol' chores, so we made our way back to the beach.  The light was incredible.  The waves glowed and highlighted one intrepid surfer who made his way up and down the beach faster than we did.  He worked with the wind, but we fought it.

The wind was strong enough to blow Adella's ponytail holder right out of her hair.  Hoodie to the rescue!  Clyde and Maeve found plenty to inspect along the way.  Maeve looks kind of like Boris Yeltson when she runs in the wind--which she loves to do.  She shepherds Clyde whenever he  goes all hound dog on her and gets sidetracked by the world.

A beautiful day, a beautiful life.  Beautiful life.  It's all good.

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