My current routine.

I feel content to exist far from the flim-flam forced upon my mind by a typical winter in the north. I am settling into a happy routine. In the morning I park with the other vans and vehicles, in the lot by the pier. I face the top of the island if I want sun on my feet while I drink coffee. I face south if I prefer to cook eggs in the shade. I sit and I read and I cook twice a day. I listen to podcasts and I ride my bicycle. I watch the sunset and relax until darkness falls. I move the van to my nighttime spot, where I usually have some wine. Everything is figured out. For the duration of my time here, I do not have a single worry. I am in love with my position on Earth.