tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259307377066056019.post8594715204497856633..comments2024-03-27T17:22:58.757-07:00Comments on Traveler at Sea: The Midnight ShiftGuido Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680532731177895954noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259307377066056019.post-20800903152957495842016-05-27T06:44:51.685-07:002016-05-27T06:44:51.685-07:00You are my morning read. I pour my coffee, take a ...You are my morning read. I pour my coffee, take a seat. open my computer and look for your post. I am on dry land, which for the time being is not moving save for the worms and pill bugs and larva slithering around just under the surface; there are, of course, the earth quakes the scientists say happen everyday, but I'm not feeling them (hard as I try). I'm not sure I could do what you all are doing, though it sounds so exciting. Is it better than being in the doldrums?<br /><br />All is good here. The garden grows, the baby birds are being fed, the hawks circle, the seagulls cry, and I sigh at the beauty of it all. I send love to you all and wish for a good day of sailing. See you tomorrow.SusanSinginghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03258712632103825400noreply@blogger.com