Or the beach, in this case. I remember this day. I had stopped on my way back from Cow Wreck, which had a few more people than I wanted, and laid out in the sand to read and doze, when I heard a noise. I looked up and saw these two looking at me. I think we were all a bit startled, but no one stampeded. I let them check out Backpack and they moseyed on.

It’s not beach weather here, but it is coatless weather, and that’s good enough for me. We’ve had our share of trauma here in Colorado again, with a school shooting last Friday, but prayers are going out to the lovely young lady who was a victim of this violence. She’s not my daughter, and it wasn’t my daughter’s school, but it hits too close to home, knowing my daughter as I do. My daughter would have been the first to try to disarm the shooter.  So please, all, send prayers for Claire Davis.


Pomato Point, Anegada, British Virgin Islands.

Quote of the day: “Let gratitude be the pillow upon which you kneel to say your nightly prayer. And let faith be the bridge you build to overcome evil and welcome good.” — Maya Angelou

Daily gratitudes:
The emergence of the Santa Hat
That I now have a Christmas tree (it’s not up yet, but da tree is in da house)
Getting to watch Season 3 of Downton Abbey again
Being all snuggled up
That the automated voice announcement system on the bus cannot say the letter “A”, so it announces that we are approaching “Gate Ah”.