O Canada
I'm still alive. Things are drying up a bit. It's not great, but also not so soggy anymore. Though it is going to rain again tonight. No one else has come back to the compound since the mudslide. I'm here alone. I still have a decent supply of coffee. Every morning after my coffee, I go out the to beach and take long walks along the water. No one comes around here, so it feels very isolating. My only friends are the sea gulls, and the occasional goose. They're always on their way to somewhere else. I'm always right here. I saw a large print in the sand the other day. It looked like it belonged to a very large cat. I should keep my eye out for it. I hope I never run into it. Wish me luck.