Charlie and Chris arrived this morning with Jack. All three of them are sprinkled with sand on their feet. They left bits of sand along my entry floor. I can feel the saltiness of it. I'm trying not to be jealous of wherever they visited that was made of sand. After all, sand is useless as a building material by itself. Every warehouse knows this. But still, the women and the dog seemed so happy about having been to this sand before coming here.

Everyone except the dog seemes awfully tired. When they talk about the fatigue, they mention me as the main reason. But that seems strange. I'm just here. I was here before they got so tired and I'll probably be here after they're resting. So how could it have to do with me?

Nan and Charlie are talking about a bet that they have going. Charlie thinks that they will reach 20,000 items in inventory by next month. Nan bet on October, and Leo on December. Charlie says she's going to lose the bet because they are only at 17,000 items now. Maybe those thousands of things are why everyone is so tired. Maybe they use my name "The Shop" as the label for those myriad things that I contain? I don't want to make anyone tired. I want to help and to shelter, to contain.