Sigh. I'm at the beach. Again.
I know. Its a rough life. Somebody had to do it. You are welcome.
Redondo Beach and Venice Beach this week.
Granted, in order to get to the beach, I've had to come on this mission trip, sort through rotting, expired food donations, buy a homeless man new underwear, only shower every other day for 5 minutes, sleep in a Pastor-less bunk bed and (once again) embrace the smell of public urination, but I'm at the beach!
And any day at the beach is better than just about any day anywhere else.