Bad news is you should be seeing pictures of sunset at the beach to relieve the text of this blog.

Our bird-sitter got held up in Dallas. He went bonk.

But tomorrow evening, you can help me count knives and spoons, or at least butt-test the Dr. Strap chairs on the balcony.

If you have any energy, you might pick up a Magic Eraser and help me with the scuff marks on the walls. And count those water glasses.

And, Mr. Possum, we had that new water heater installed.

I did, ahem, tidy myself up to fit into a swimsuit. Might be nice to go for a swim.