Day Five with no phone and fitful DSL.

Have I already said that I called in the problem to Verizon on Sunday, and they said they'd send a repair crew asap, and asap turns out to mean February 4th? I may not have actually said that before because it took me this long (five days, FIVE DAYS!) to pass that information along without using the kind of language that gives my very proper French mother a migraine, even from four thousand miles away. (Hi mom!)

And now I've burned through most of the three minutes or so that I can get online each day. So on to more magical matters, like the trunk of this sycamore that floated into the Pacific and got tossed onto shore and now graces this cove just south of Little Dume.

(And just for the hell of it, for the crazy contrast, here's another photo from my parking space in downtown LA).