A day off. Between the music from the fair and the electrical storms, I slept in fits and starts. Light rain pattered on my tent at 7 A.M. The dark gray sky looked threatening. The nasty weather forecast for rain and thunderstorms continued today for points east. After hemming and hawing, I decided to stay at the police station today. I ate my breakfast of granola and chocolate milk in my tent then bought a New Orleans newspaper and read it at a donut shop. I've noticed a rise in the prevalence of donut shops over the past week. Back at my tent, I wondered what I could do for the rest of the day. The answer: spend it in the police station day room listening to podcasts with my phone plugged into a wall outlet. And that's just what I did. I also called Helen to see how she was doing. I ate dinner at Subway, after which the women behind the counter gave me a free sandwich for breakfast. Their generosity exemplifies the kindnesses that people that people have expressed to me along the journey. Back in the tent at sunset with the police station in the background (see photo).