I leave for Maine in less than 24 hours and I woke up this morning with a fever of 104, feeling like shit and the inability to swallow. Also the elves who are suppose to show up and get me ready for this trip went on a bender. They are unavailable. My girls hate flying, genetics. So I need to be healed right now (she stands at the mirror and begins hitting herself hard on the head.)

I am trying to concentrate on the endless supply of ocean over the next few weeks, of crawling over rocks to get to the lighthouse, of walking through the woods. Of all the photos I will post if someone I am related to actually decides to join the modern era and get a cable connection. Don’t hold your breath.

I will miss you. Now it’s time to crawl around the house and pack.