After receiving several, "Um, have you disappeared?" messages it occurred to me that perhaps I ought to explain why the travel updates have slowed to a molasses crawl. The ultimate culprits are the days. The days are so, so repetitive. Its like a Friends episode, seen one seen them all. The start of a typical day. A cup of hot coffee and the gentle swaying of the boat. Okay, sometimes the boat is bouncing like a teenage girl who has suddenly discovered she has breasts, but the coffee is always there. Coffee and the water. Always the water, smooth or turbulent, shining or gray, there it is right under me. Once the coffee has worked its magic and I have finished the random motions that I call a work-out (often confused with an epileptic fit if I am belly dancing) it is time to go scuba diving. We putter a few miles in our car, the little dinghy we call "Splash" because that is what it does. A suitable dive spot is located and we fling ourselves over the side. As I sink down my ears popping faster than corn, swirls of fish surround me. Schools of horned unicornfish patrol the coral head. I prepare my trusty little camera for maximum fish annoyance. A scorpionfish has graciously positioned itself for a photo shoot. Now, these are ugly critters and extremely poisonous but they do tend to sit quite still in order to blend into its surroundings. I float closer to get a close-up proving two things. As the fish suddenly distends its huge maw and gulps a mouthful of snapper I both jump horizontally 4 feet and scream. Previously I had thought neither action possible in fins and a mask. Exhausted by our floating frolic we return to the boat for lunch and a snooze. Repeat dive activity. This time Richard and I are attempting to photograph an innocent blue-spotted ray whose only crime was to be in a spot our cameras would fit. Overcome by its sudden paparazzi attention the ray leaps backwards, runs into Richard and then bounces ray face first into a coral head before actually managing to dive into the safe hole it was aiming for. Yes, it bounced like a brand new tennis ball complete with the sound bubble "BOING!" floating above its head, or, perhaps I exaggerate. Whew, another dive completed (my 100th by the way) its time for the nightly sequence of strolling around island with ice cream, watch the sunset with cool drink, dinner, laptop movie, star gaze and sleep. Repeat for several months at a time occasionally interspersed with riding out 40k gales and cursing the weather god's fickleness. So, you see, what is there to write about? Eating pastry at my favorite bakery on Guererro and 18th in SF, now that's exciting. Sitting in my comfy chair covered in cats - bliss. Wandering into a bathroom with both a flush toilet and hot water - stop the presses! In comparison my days meld together one ordinary day after another. And the very ordinariness of it all is, I suppose, extraordinary.