Well, it’s May 21. If this is what the end of the world looks like, it’s not half bad.
I’ve had a sore throat since yesterday and after getting up early to lead a beach walk this morning I crawled back into bed and spent the middle of the day alternating between napping and watching TV. I normally only sleep during the day when I’m sick; cross your fingers this isn’t a return of the bronchitis that caused me to miss three days of work a couple months ago. Finally I decided had to get some chores done, sore throat or no, so I got up and did my laundry, timing it so that I could take a walk on the beach at sunset while it was in the dryer.
No sign of the end times here.
The setting sun is still lighting up translucent fragments of snail shells, so polished you can see your blogger’s reflection in them.
The pelicans are still leaving their big footprints all over the beach. (And I still have a truly spectacular sandal tan.)
The deer don’t seem to have noticed anything amiss. Other than the sudden appearance of a two-legged person in their dunes, that is.
And sadly, there is still man-made flotsam washing up. Before you release a helium balloon into the sky, please think about the fact that it could end up in the ocean, where a sea turtle could mistake it for a jellyfish.
Anyway, no earthquakes or missing raptured people here. I’ll try to get a “real” post up tomorrow but I hope you enjoyed these photos in the meantime.