Saturday, 18 August
Rain, rain, wind, and rain. I am camping at Carnac, on the southwestern coast of Normandy (apparently not far enough south), just 10 minutes from a great wide sandy (and soaked) beach. Beau and I are huddled in our tent, fighting for stretch-out room. Periodically I raise my arm and punch the top of the tent to release the accumulated water. I bought some nice broccoli and salmon for dinner but I can't cook it in the rain. I received a rejection from a literary agent I was really hoping for, so now I'm eating cold sugary snack cakes and drinking Coca Light and pouting. I do have a wireless internet connection--strong enough to get it right here in my tent, though, so at least I can bitch to all of you. Do you know how Crocs feel when your feet are wet, sandy and muddy all at the same time? I sit here barefoot because I can't go to the car and get dry socks because if I do, I'll be soaked and Beau will take over my space, and it's the only place in the tent where I can sit upright.
Waaaaaaaaah.