Santa Monica Beach This morning we woke to the sound of quick walking, dish clattering and pitter pattering upstairs; a baby crying and a rooster crowing next door (the windows are always open in the house since my relatives don’t have A/C). Having lived in basements for two years, I am slightly used to it — even comforted by the noise, so though I woke earlier than I ended to (thus waking up Cobalt), I really didn’t mind. Working …