Well as I mostly expected I mostly woke up tired with a mild headache from a night without my CPAP working. I suppose it could have been the remains of jet lag or the psychosomatic symptoms caused by assuming the worst. I figure that  would probably be wishful thinking.

Visiting My Parents: The Hunt and wishful thinking, Clarks Cove Maine

Clarks Cove at Low Tide

After breakfast my Mom took me down one of the forest trails she maintains during the summer to retrieve a piece of wood, she had left at the bottom of the trail by the cove. The idea was to cut it in half and then use the pieces to cover a particularly marshy spot. The cove was at low tide slightly obscured by a bank of fog.

Visiting My Parents: The Hunt and wishful thinking, Black-throated Blue Warbler

My nemesis… or so she thinks

On the way back we were harangued by a small bird, that turned out to be a female Black-Throated Blue Warbler. She was easy to identify since when she was getting on our case she was close enough for me to take a picture. Though at the time my identification consisted of “some sort of Warbler, not an Ovenbird.”

After that it was another trip to Portland in one more desperate attempt to replace my CPAP chord. Still luck. One couldn’t in good conscience sell me the general router he had. The other needed a prescription from the local health provider, but recommended a webpage that sells them.

From there we went to my cousin’s house where I tried to call the company for the item number so I knew what I had to order. Unfortunately my cousin was tinkering with his house’s system so I had zero bars. In order to call the company I had to walk a quarter mile away from the house. I finally made contact and got the number. So with any luck the item will come and I’ll be able to sleep properly soon.