Day 1: Lunch my Captain of the Guard

Now I know things are turning back to where they were before the Month of Sorrows. Jeremy, Captain of The 7th, stopped by for lunch today and was talking about all the usual things: hypocrisy in a small town, the total adoration of Latinos and all the grief it brings, foreign wars, lost loves, court intrigue, and--most of all--revolting peasants. The mention of that term alone was enough to drop his fork on his dish "Eggs Metternich" and grimace. My loyal Captain; he's a hard one.

Although dark clouds over the Bahamas bespoke of yet another evening of tropical storms (like the one two nights ago that destroyed my cell phone), the sun was shining over Gay Beach and I was feasting on pan-roasted fresh grouper toppped with a roasted yellow pepper bouillon sauce.

All is returning to normal, I hope. I even lifted my veil to let a little sun dance on my face. Ah.