This morning I knocked everything off my going home 2do list. (Until the Friday evening/Saturday morning stuff.) Where I swim, it really isn’t safe to swim for a couple of days after a big storm. Storm drains and sewers can not handle the water. Just like you don’t eat yellow snow, you don’t swim in brown water. So, I forced myself to behave by mailing my wetsuit, mask, and snorkel to Castle Covid AKA The Asylum.
Also, if I run into travel difficulties – I’ll have less crap to wrangle.
Our resident flock of green parrots survived the storm nicely. As did their favorite mango tree.
Today is like the day after a hurricane passes through. All sparking and clear and clean and blue with the sound of leaf blowers and chainsaws.
This is the Winter Solstice Eve. I leave you with 90 seconds of ocean.