Tired, overworked, pissed off, cabin-fevered. Went to find another beach to unwind. Yes, we needed to get another beach than the one we can walk to in one minute. Oh, poor us.
Somebody had built this tiny shelter against the wind; call it a "bothy."
It was built into satiny-soft fine sand, warmed by the sun, and even little benches and windows. I spread my old raggedy, patched, favorite Marine blanket over one end, and went to sleep in the shade, with the sound of waves behind me, and a gray whale feeding near the beach.
It was the best sleep I'd had in ages. I'd still be there if the cats didn't need fed. Whoever built this, thank you. You save my life.
Not really kidding.