Wednesday, April 10, 2019

A fierce wind blows sand off the dunes by the ocean.  White caps and waves crashing on the beach.  I struggle to keep my car in my lane on Highway 1. Now I am home ready for a nap.

I returned ARIZONA DREAMS to the library before I finished.  I didn’t mean to. Sigh.   I put it on hold again.  I thought, it doesn’t matter, but, who is the murderer? I want to know.

Garbage cans left full last night.  Cal Am workers were digging up my road once again looking for the elusive leak.