The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears, or the sea.

—Isak Dinesen

Sometimes, all three.

As for Mom, her hip is healing well and her surgeon is pleased. But her confusion has increased. On the plus side, she’s turning into a poet. Tonight, she described the sky as “dusty, and the clouds are scrambling around.”

Chewing the Cud of Good

Thankful for the sea.