I’m in the Half Moon Bay Coffee Company. My office is at a table close to an outlet where I have my computer plugged in. I’m again searching for a room, studio apartment or a cheap one bedroom apartment.
If I worked, I could easily find an apartment with more bucks, but I am not a willing worker anymore. Over sixty years of working is enough.
However, when I settle down somewhere, I’ll have plenty to do, which may generated some income. But I cannot gamble before that happens.
I ordered a short stack of pancakes that are as big as the hubcaps on my car. So, if I finish those, it will assure my place at this table for a long time.
Keeping the faith: the perfect place for me is there for me to find.