This morning, I woke up before 0800 with a strong craving for fruit. My stomach had been telling me that it wasn't quite sure about the stuff I gave it last night, but it would accept it, and could I please just send some more water and something sweet and juicy down too?

I got on my bike and rode around. I contemplated doing more dumpstering, but... I just wanted some fruit, and I didn't want to have to hunt for it.

I stopped at Wild Oats and did a little surveying. They have both dumpsters and a compactor. Sometime soon, I'm going to see if there's anything worthwhile in the normal dumpsters, or if they put everything that might potentially be useful in the compactor. But not now. The location of the dumpsters is just way too conspicuous.

I went in, and bought a nice big piece of organic watermelon for $1.20. I ate it outside at a table in the sunshine. That felt good.

The remaining portion of the journey to the Neighborly Abode was a breeze.

Once inside, my mood began to take a nose dive, due to a number of factors. On the way, I had thought of all sorts of possible inspiring things I might write about, but now I don't feel like writing any of them. I'm not going to try to force out that which is no longer there. Maybe the muse will come back to me again later.

It's time to work. There is much to be done.

Sleep, perchance to dream again...