I watch his black and grey fins recede into the dark void, sucked into a cloud of silt. Will he be successful, return triumphant? Given
“Really?” I mutter as I stare at the floor of the shower. There, on the blue mosaic tile is a flattened, slightly crumpled, pale-brown arachnid.
Eyes half closed, I lean over the edge of the bed and fumble around my nightstand for the remote, eventually finding it tucked under my
Wordle of the day – done. News – read. Random fluff on the internet – perused. Coffee – inhaled. Belly – satiated. Cat – entertained,
I mentally run through my checklist: Perfect. I am all set for today’s quest. As I go to hit play on my phone, the glowing
“Do you want to quit playback?” [Yes] – Click “Do you want to turn off the system?” [Yes] – Click “No Signal. Please check the
Prologue: “I’m planning on roasting whole lionfish.” Greg raises an eyebrow, knowing full well that lionfish can be fickle creatures. One day you nab half
Yawn! I should be writing, trying to improve my Spanish or even studying how to use my new camera, but all that sounds like work.
MONDAY A long, metallic groan filters up from beneath the house. Uh oh. I begin my mental checklist: – Washing machine? Nope. That
I glance at my watch: 3:55 a.m. Time to rise and shine! It is going to be a glorious day. I bounce out of bed,