The Pacific

Not much of interest going on; most of the day was spent in the eternal chore that Dare Not Speak Its Name. Came across a lot of good stuff I was glad I had packed and twice as much I wasn't. Drove to WinCo, turned the opposite way I should have, and went a good fifteen miles before I found my way back. I was nervous on a particular road, but then I turned my head and saw the Pacific. It was so majestic, so incredibly broad and beautiful that I didn't care if I was lost or not.