Sitting out here right now, a -typing away with my lil' two fingers with the waves of the Gulf of Mexico coming ashore not 100 yards away and the sun peaking between two palm trees. Hard work, but somebody's "gotta" do it. And, I'm just the guy for the job.
Went out this morning for one of the best omelets I've ever had at Mike's. Then took a walk along the beach collecting shells. I'm particularly fond of the remnants of conch shells. Any little piece will do.
Then caught rays, had a nap both outside and back in the room. Made some blog entries and we're now getting ready to go over to Hammerhead Fred's for a fish fry, happy hour drinks and a band. After that to Pineapple Willie's for another band.
Tough Times Call for Tough Choices. --RoadDog