What will the rest of the day bring? 11/15/11

• The east-facing windows glowed pink when I woke up.  Time to get to the balcony for sunrise watching.  Potty first.  Potty won't flush.  Dayum (Southern-speak for damn).  The thingamajig was all wadded up around the flusher arm.  Lucky I brought tools.  With tweezers, wrench, screwdriver and much cussing, I got her flushing better than she has since I've been here.  Having to handle toilet doodads that are both rusty and slimy before coffee does not make Roni happy.  And my hands still felt gross after three scrubbings.
• Hobbled to the balcony in time for Sunbella's rising.  The air was thick with salt and dew, casting Mother Ocean and Sunbella in soft focus.  So warm I didn't need a sweater.  Perfect for beachwalking.  But no, Ms. Dainty impaled her heel on a stick stuck up from a deck board yesterday, and the wound is now swollen up like a tick on a yard dog.  No beachwalking for me today.