This morning I got up early to drive back to the Ventura homestead, and I thought I’d packed everything I needed: my purse, my laptop, my knitting. That would have been enough, except that it was too hot to knit this afternoon and I decided that I felt like coloring, instead. I had a coloring book and some pencils that I’d left here in Ventura a few weeks ago, and I was enjoying some peaceful coloring time when… the tip of my colored pencil broke off. And then the next one. And the next one. And I couldn’t find a single pencil sharpener. Because they were all up at the Morro Bay house.