Not much to report here. My Guy marked another full year on the planet yesterday. We had to cancel the flyover, marching band, and festival of mimes.Covid, you know. Still, we had a pleasant day of offspring phone calls, and absurdly fattening birthday cake.
I did spot a few Florida fauna in the course of the week –
Bunny by the golf course. He chewed away, ignoring us, but then an osprey zoomed overhead and he disappeared.
Heron in our complex lagoon.
Turtle (with the circumference of a serving platter) intent on crossing the golf course.
But wait, we did have one noteworthy event. No longer will I need to chip ineffectually at a lump of frozen hamburger or try to re-heat leftovers in the oven, like those bad old days in the 80s. Our new microwave arrived yesterday. I can now wait until midday to decide what to defrost, and order Chinese takeout with abandon.
And lastly, a soothing photo of Mamie and another Coton de Tulear on the beach at sunset.