Good morning. I see little patches of blue through the pine trees this morning after Hanna went through during the night.
Yesterday was cloudy and foggy but I biked to the beach anyway and sat on the sand in my nifty seat reading Playing for Pizza by John Grisham for a couple hours.
This is a light-hearted tale of a failed, down-on-his-luck football player who ends up playing in Italy. It's not Grisham's usual but enjoyable, just the same. The food descriptions are the best part. It makes me want to visit Parma.