All Things Profane and Sacred

Spent yesterday driving up and down the coast around Newport. We tried to make it fun, but it felt more like a forced march. We didn't have time between appointments and running around to actually get out on the beach, we just kept driving by on our way hither and dither and sighing melodramatically. It wasn't totally wasted time, it just felt like it. It probably didn't help that we were in the car from 10 am to 10 pm.

I also secured an emergency back up housing situation at an organic farm about an hour away from Newport. We stopped by on the way back and all the farm hands were out grilling tuna that they had traded their vegetables for in Newport. They gave us beer, J ate a load of tuna and they took a vote to offer me emergency housing. At least now I have something, if nothing works out.