This was supposed to be the morning you would read about the first contestant in the where-is-Steve-living-now contest.
But life has a way of intruding into our plans.
This particular intruder came in the guise of my portable hard drive. The drive where I store all of my photographs.
It had been acting a bit skittish after its Greg Louganis impression in Pátzcuaro. It did not land in water. Just a tile floor. A very hard tile floor.
Hard drives are nowhere near as sensitive as the one in my first PC back in the 1980s. But the drive that took the header was sensitive enough.
I had tried several salvaging techniques to no avail. So, I called on the services of our local Melaque computer guru -- Omar. Together we devised a plan that kept the drive alive long enough to get the photographs transferred to my backup for the laptop.
Yeah. I know if I had done that earlier, I would not have had a problem. But I would also not have had a great tale to tell you.
All of that took about 18 hours. And I am a little tired of staring at this screen.
So, our cavalcade of homes will have to wait one more day.
By then, I may have figured out how I am going to finance this deal.