Sunday, January 10th, 2010

The dogs sniffed out a fresh skull on the beach.

First grader pulls herself away from her invisible studies to select
her yellow rental ball. Walks dutifully to the top of the lane with
it, glasses falling to the tip of her nose. Stoops to set the ball
down, showing no interest in its snail-like progress toward the pins
as she walks back to resume her invisible studies.