A Quiet Saturday.

We should have taken a bike ride, or a hike, or gone out to the ranch to shovel s--t; but we didn't do any of those things. Nancy went into town for a bit to do small errands, but mainly we stayed inside. I played at learning an art program on the computer, Nancy gazed out the window. Just before sunset I overcame my inertia and climbed down the stairs for a walk on the beach. The atmosphere was so pervasively purple and pink that it was a bit spooky. I watched some shore birds working the water's edge, and took some snaps; suddenly all of the little ones took flight en masse, even though I had not moved closer. Twenty seconds later I realized the reason: the tide had turned, and it was coming in fast. Dinner was done.