I felt pretty good when I woke up. I had a feeling some funds would come in on this day. Packing up, and walking back down town, I went straight to the library and checked online. Sure enough, a repeat donor had sent a generous amount.
This guy had a way (as so many repeat donors do) of helping me out just at the right time. This group of donors is the core of my project. It is they who keep this magazine living. I wish so much that I could tell who they are. I think some folks wouldn't mind, but others just want to stay anonymous. I wouldn't want to mistakenly reveal a person who would be embarrassed by it, so I keep everyone's name under cover.
With this improvement to my circumstance, I could move back down to the Ampersand Café to work. There, I ordered a Rin Tin Tin--a ham and swiss on multigrain, with dijon mustard, a pickle, and a free bag of chips. It was quite good, though I think mayo would have gone better with the sandwich, but I'm not picky. I sure felt better afterwards, reenergized, and happier. Money may not bring happiness, but food sure can (so, I guess since money buys food, that kind of messes that sentiment up, ha!). Anyway, the world was brighter, and I genuinely appreciated it.
I worked for many hours and then left to get a Gatorade for the night in the west part of town...
Bridge over the Damariscotta River.
Not much else to say about this day. I returned to my sleep spot and watched the sun go down. While in town, I'd also contacted my friend Heather and we planned to meet the next evening. What a relief to be back in business. Sleep came over me right after climbing into the tent.
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