I have not seen very, very thin woman since New Year's Eve day. I heard her shower running that night, the hair dryer. Is she gone? I do not know.
The water is choppy this morning, the sky is overcast.
The weather changes like a mood here.
Here is a joke Rogellio told us yesterday:
Why is Disney World like titties?
Both are made for children but adults can enjoy them too.
I love that!
I can't believe I've lived in Florida all of my life and I've never heard that joke. Had to come to Mexico to hear it.
Ah-lah. Two more days. Yes, now it is time to count. And I will jump back into it with both feet. Owen is coming to me on Thursday and I have rehearsal Thursday night.
I can't even believe it.
Have you noticed that I don't swear very much in Mexico? It's true. I doubt I've said motherfucker since I've been here. I just don't feel the need.
Mary Moon is profane. Maria Luna is not.
I think that's all I have to say right now. We're about to go to town and meet Jessie and Vergil at the clock tower and have some breakfast and see them off on the ferry. Sigh. They will go have Yucantian adventures.
I still haven't bought one thing except a cloth bag in shades of blue and purple. Not one silver thing at all. Or anything. Well, you know- coffee, rum, tiny bananas.
I just saw a hummingbird. At night the bats boil out of the top of the hotel and fly into the sky and across to the jungle to eat mosquitoes.
Good morning, good morning. Good morning.