I am writing like crazy. I was given a paying freelance gig at the newspaer I write for. I met my editor for lunch today. I have been waiting to say that for at least 5 years! I am also hard at work at novel number three. And with these developments, I am abandoning friends and family at breakneck speed. I am a notoriously bad multi-tasker. I can write, or I can be a civilized human being. I need to work on that.

Once, every 7 years, Roser feels like going to the beach. Why yes, he has lived in Southern California for the past 32 of his 42 years. Where in Southern Callie? Oh, about twenty minutes from the beach. But he would rather be any where but at the beach. So yesterday (Sunday) he announces he felt like going to the beach. I don't mind the beach but I don't go to the beach on the weekends. Why would I? But I nearly fall off the couch when I hear Steve wants to go to the beach. And I make sure its gonna happen. And it does. Yay! A day on the 8x8 foot square we managed to claim for ourselves. Yay, another evening spent dislodging sand from my nether regions, and the nether regions of xx4. I assume the rest of them dislodged their own sand.