I was lucid and energetic yesterday morning, but in the afternoon I was zoning out. Jet lag. It was about midnight in France as I typed this, but only 6 p.m. here in N.C. Maybe today I'll get better adjusted.
I went out yesterday morning. I drove over the bridge to the barrier island that separates the town from the ocean. The island, a 25-mile-long strip of sand, is covered in big houses called "cottages" and with condo complexes now. There's also a supermarket. I had shopping to do.
I forgot to take my camera. The weather was beautiful, and the water in the sound (the bay or lagune or étang) was silvery smooth and the sky bright blue. You'll just have to believe me. Later in the day, so that I'd have something to put on the blog this morning, I went out and took a couple of photos in the salt marsh behind my mother's place. Maybe I'll do better tomorrow.