I’m writing this on FilmArtWordGirl’s patio down Mexico way, listening to a thunderstorm gather itself across the lake. The rainy season started here last week, about 10 days early. The rainbirds (a local species of cicada) have been singing the season in. I’ve killed a 2-inch scorpion in my bathroom, shoveled a dead possum over the fence into the empty lot before breakfast, eaten rose-petal chicken breast concocted by our favorite local chef, watched over a thousand bats take flight from the tiles overhead at a neighbor’s house, splashed in the geothermal heated swimming pool here every day. In quiet afternoons, I’m (astonished to actually be) reading one of my new books (The Lexicographer’s Dilemma) down in the gazebo, the dogs lazing on either side. Yep, la buena vida. You?