Which was apparently the name of my waitress tonight at Don Pistos for a midnight nightcap and hamburgeza with Belle.
Although we were safe and snug, I felt compelled to go out after one too many (how much is too many) encounters with mean and/or people who just don’t “get it” –– “it” being a sane world-view –– today.
And then Athena brought us some guacamole and everything was … better.
P.S. During our beachwalk today, Belle and I found more sticks than I’ve ever seen. Seriously, a stranger even remarked on it. And that’s what I want to focus on: the astonishing gifts from the sea.
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