Since a techno thing has entered every facet of our lives, only our dreams are safe. More on that next time. My editor has my manuscript, *TIME TO TELL*, in her hands, and so far, she has only sent me positive comments. So, perhaps we will only have short debates between author (me) and editor (her) concerning story content, sentence structure, word choice, punctuation, etc., etc.
Lidia, my wife, and I took a long walk on the beach yesterday, especially to get out of the house and clear our heads. The ocean looked angry, but the salt air kissed our lips with refreshment. No matter the view from the shore, as we walked, the sound of the surf and the sight of the water refilled our minds with peace. Things may look angry around us, but peace can be found. Look for it.