I couldn't wait to tell you, but there wasn't enough light to write. I'm happier than I've ever been. I woke to a grand miracle, a rattling amazement; sometime in the dark, Bijou attacked my face, not sparing any place with her tongue, she soaked me from forehead to chin. Once I got her calm, and her tongue out of my face, she curled beside me, and we slept the rest of the night. It was peaceful under the driftwood shelter I built, warm and dry from a coastal rainstorm that thundered all night.
Many of the larger pieces of driftwood were light enough to move and I laid them over a wide cavity in the earth, and then I covered the larger pieces with smaller pieces. The shelter is large enough to crawl inside, and out of the rainfall, and even large enough for Bijou. I was worried and hoped she would show herself during the night. It rained all night.
The morning sky is hidden behind endless clouds as far as I can see. I think I'm going to die from double pneumonia. I walked as far as I could yesterday, without shoes. It's not all beach and sand, but jagged cliffs and mountains which are impossible to climb over. I found red earth clay near the beach cliffs and a patch of strawberries, so I named the place Strawberry Clay; now I'm not as lost.
If I don't die from pneumonia, I'll die from starvation, we don't have any food. I won't be able to write at night as before because it gets real dark here. So, I'll sleep early.