Today was a day of catching up on a little work I had to do from L.A.
So after a brief hike (no photos for some reason), I settled in upstairs and got to work.
Then, I wrote another new story (that’s eight in eight days).
I did make the mistake of telling one of my housemates about this boat. The local fishermen will often give locals a fish, so she got a fish and cooked it last night.
The entire place smelled like fish.
I may have burned a candle to clear out the smell.
Did I mention that I have an almost cellular aversion to fish? Because I do.
And yet, here I am at the Fish Factory. Go figure.