We went for a bike ride yesterday, up to Pismo Beach with another couple (and another guy who met us there) for lunch at a seafood restaurant on the pier. I had a shrimp quesadilla and it was quite good, although the $1 extra for their homemade guacamole was a joke, both because it was served in one of those eensy teensy tiny paper cups and because it wasn’t anything special. Ah well, live and learn. The trip was pleasant enough, although I really didn’t want to be left alone with my thoughts (and I hadn’t taken a book with me, because I assumed we’d be taking the coast the whole way, which we didn’t—we stayed on the 101 where it splits from the 1, which isn’t nearly as scenic, but it is faster). I saw no dolphins, although the bay had the requisite pile of sea lions on a raft, and there were a fair number of birds of prey, including a huge one—probably a California buzzard—briefly hovering low over us as we rode.

My acid reflux began acting up, and it took forever for my medication to kick in. I’ve been getting it more recently, and thought it was my recent poor eating habits and lack of chiropractic care, but I’m beginning to wonder if stress isn’t involved as well. I’m still not getting much done—I can’t seem to finish anything, and hell, I can’t seem to get much of anything _started_, for that matter. With many things, I can’t figure out where exactly to start. To do X, first I need to do W, but before that I have to do V… I feel like a tangled ball of yarn: If I could find the lone right end to pull, it would all unravel and be fine, but instead I keep finding and tugging at the wrong bits, and snarling it all up worse.

At least I haven’t lost my flare for weird metaphors. That’s something, anyway.

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Spent a fair part of the afternoon unpacking office boxes and generally organizing up here. I feel like I can actually work up here now, as opposed to sitting at a computer surrounded by chaos. As a result, I paid some bills, sorted my To Do list for the coming week and found the bits I needed to do much of the To Dos, dealt with some event stuff (both Harvest wrap-up and Black Oak planning), etc.

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Have I mentioned yet that I haven’t seen my wedding ring and my grandmother’s diamond ring (which I wear with the wedding ring) since the last day of GWW? They were on the table in the RV. Ken _swears_ he put them in something when he was packing to leave, but that something is not either coronet box, either of our pouches, my basket, my box, or my jewelry bag. And my leather bracelet broke today, to add insult to injury. I knew it might go soon, but sheez. It could have at least waited until I found my rings.