Day Two...island life monotonous

The sun comes up every morning and the afternoon showers are the only interruption in an otherwise sandy, shoeless, marooned existence. Get it... a person on a blog is like a marooned sailor and the internet is the ocean. He is ostensibly free, having no modern stresses like running water and antibiotics to trouble him, but Rene is still not posting. What is keeping her?

1. 1) Coconut addiction?


2. 2) Late Stage Scurvy?


3. 3) Swanky new lifestyle with the natives?

The truth is any of these, or a thousand other solutions could be correct. She is a complex lady.

I decide that perhaps she is unable to locate me because I am too perfectly concealed (my custom camouflage consists of a swarm of live bees tethered to my clothing via spider silk). I had hoped it would make me look blurry and distant, but instead just makes me look very badly stung.

Well, I am not giving up my bees...no matter how many die for having stung me. Look harder, madame. Look harder.