All hopes for plein air dashed. My hands were tied all week, rather my feet were shackled. Mom wouldn't let me take the car to go hunting for a spot to paint (I don't understand her) and I couldn't lug all the stuff to the beach or to the hiking trail (a mile just to get there, I walked it with my camera) and still have energy to paint. Never got to play tennis, nobody to play with. I did get to an REI store to look for a portable, hand crank coffee grinder--they didn't have in stock. I did find a coffee shop within walking distance. I bought fresh roasted beans, but I still don't have a grinder. I might have to resort to my food chopper. I wanted a medium roasted blend. I expect the beans will be over roasted, I can smell it...even thru the cold that I caught.