We only managed to actually be on the beach for a little over an hour, but that's still much better than the average sunday, which hardly ever even involves sand, let alone oceans or seagulls. Willow got right to work on the sand, stuffing as much of it in her mouth as possible. The seagulls got to work on our food the minute our backs were turned. One enterprising bird was last seen heading out to sea with a large piece of aluminum foil carefully clasped in his beak. Despite all of the unauthorized eating, we had a great time just lounging around in the sand and catching up with our Santa Cruz friends, who are more than willing to help us look for a place to live near the beach when we finally decide to move over there. This fact gives us one more reason to try and save money.

Earlier tonight, I saw a large tree that had fallen on top of an SUV. I laughed. Ha.

cds I listened to while laughing: Paul Chain "Park of Reason", Sol Invictus "In A Garden Green", Shock Headed Peters "Fear Engine II: Almost as if it had Never Happened...", and Night Soil Man "Chief Left His Settlement (in the) Garden of Delights"