Sunday, November 24, 2013


Big Sur.  River Inn Motel.  9am.
I’m on the porch after a rustic
shower.  Which is supposed to be
romantic, right?  This week I will
work every day except Thursday,
which is Thanksgiving.

Driving back down from Monterey
last night was a bit stressful.  At
night, along the winding coastal
highway, it seems entirely too
easy to drive off the cliff and
into the ocean.

Yesterday afternoon we spent
in Carmel, a lot of it walking
barefoot in the sand, occasion-
ally wading into the water when
it rolled in.

We’ll walk across the road to
breakfast in just a moment. 
It looks like it’s going to be
another gorgeous day.