I haven't blogged in three days. Four? More? I can't exactly tell because I can't quite find my calendar. Or my computer. Or clean socks, that overdue library book and, now that I think about it, one of the cats,) (Just kidding about the cat.) (I think.)

Also missing, and this is the crux of the matter, are the interior walls of my house. All of them. Well, not the bathrooms walls. Yet. And the bedroom stays. But the rest of the place is one big open echoey room. I wish I could show you pix today but, though I finally found my camera, I lost my USB cord. Tomorrow, I promise. (I hope) Everyone should start the day with a laugh and I'm pretty sure the sight of my 1973 mobile home stripped down to its tawdry, tenuous beginnings (it's made of one-by-twos - did you even know such a thing existed???) will provide that.

In the meantime, here's a serene little spot on one of our local beaches, a place so private all you can hear is surf and seagulls.