This morning I set out to buy the perfect Bear Claw at Pavels in Pacific Grove, and sit down and write. I was feeling particularly inspired. At the Bakery I realized that I didn't have my reading glasses. Rats. I drove to the drug store and got lost in the various aisles and displays until I found the familiar reading glasses, cheap, plastic, number 2.5.


I went to Lovers Point to sit in the fog and watch the lustful sea gulls connive to snatch away the perfect bear claw. I yelled and waved a newspaper at them . They were troopers unwilling to concede an inch.


Finally went to coffee house where I could write.