Bummer, I thought, casually passing along the annoyance of our cats.
And then my brain connected that my jar of sandy California beach water and shells was used as a bookend for that shelf.
And it was gone.
My eyes traced it’s path to the floor where I first spotted the rectangular jar on it’s side.
And sure enough, California had run dry.
Monica’s ocean was gone.
Now what do you do when California runs dry?
Find pleasure in the dry sand.