Since I'm on vacation for the week, you might think that I'd be off somewhere--maybe camping or hiking. Or maybe having a barbecue down at the beach. But you'd be wrong, because: 1.) The extreme forest fire hazard means all wilderness areas are closed, and 2.) I'm just ludicrously lazy. So what that means is that Day Two of my nine work-free days was almost entirely free of anything productive.

Almost, except for the thousand words I added to the story. I just emerged from a difficult bit in which our hero and heroine finally get a chance to talk, and motives are suddenly not as pure as one had previously thought. Ooooh. And then an old man shows up. Do I know how to build excitement, or what? Maybe I shouldn't offer that second choice there.

That was my morning. And for the rest of the day, I wandered the city aimlessly. If you ever find yourself in Steveston, visit George's. It's a little Greek café with something on the menu that resembles Greek poutine: fries with a Greek salad on it, and plenty of olive oil. I had a variation of it that included some kind of meat. Chicken, I think. It was hearty enough that I won't need to eat for at least a week now.

It's been Insanity Week for me, so a day without deadlines or committments was a welcome relief. It's 9:30. Time to...uh...time to do more nothing. I want to see how much nothing I can fit into one day.