Another Great Day at the Beach.

I wake to a perfectly cool and foggy morning.  No better time to take the dog for a walk.  As we walk, we hear the endless rhythm of the waves crashing just across the street, behind a row of cute little cottages.  Before long, before the end of the walk, even, my delusions of the beach are gone.  As the sun beats down on my back, I recall that the little cottages are really in the middle of the desert, and the calming and rhythmic "waves" was really the traffic from the boulevard.  Time for me to become nocturnal again!