
The ocean looked cool. My roof leaked for the first time. One leak was right on the middle of my forehead, and the other was was over my worktable. So I moved the bed and the tables in the dark. Since the electricity was off.
Gracie, my kitty (well, I am sharing her with Kevin and Kathy when they come back) didn't seem to mind the rain. She when out twice in the night. The second time she was soaking wet and she let me dry her off before she went back with the kittens. She's a good mom so far, but I think the childcare bit is starting to bore her. This is their five-day birthday, and they are active and loud. Meow, meow, meow.


There are still more summer gringo tourists than the past three summers. Way more. Mostly nice families and couples. There was a four-man group at Mars Tres last night that I would describe as skin-head surfers, maybe. I think the LA Times article last winter, by Chris Reynolds, may be what has caused the summer increase. That article about Chacala was published in newspapers all over the country. He didn't describe the summer climate here in the article, so some people are probably surprised at the heat, humidity, and rain. Today the weather is greater and the sun was out by 11am.


And I had to cook my chicken breasts first thing this am because they were defrosted, so I am going home to a chicken sandwich and a little fruit salad. Perfect.
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