A day outdoors.

I've been feeling cooped up lately, so today I got up around 7 and spent the day at the coast. Brought a few paperbacks, my paints, sketchpad, and had a great lunch of cracked crab and sourdough at a little roadside shack. I walked a couple miles along the water and got that nice wind-blown tired feeling that one gets after a day at the seashore.

When I walked in the door a few minutes ago, Téodor kicked me in the shin, shot me with seltzer, and threw a bag of liquid in my face. I see the risotto war has escalated into actual violence...if he tries that stunt again I'm going to boot him across the living room. I'm in no mood to have my mood ruined.