home again, home again, jiggity jig

Alas, to be home and sitting in the captain's chair, feet on an ottoman, listening to light traffic on walton way, laptop, er, atop my lap!

usually when i return home alone it is dark and late, but not this day. i turned onto wheeler road right at 4 pm and i have the hoses going, attending to the tomatoes and roses, which have missed personal attention this past week. oh my! i have the whole evening ahead, and a pound of fresh crabmeat, shrimp and grouper directly from sexton's in destin, awaiting whatever meal i make with them.

it was a good visit with my sister and her son and husband and my husband. we went to the beach for a couple of hours yesterday, enough to get pink noses. i do so love to go to florida.

i could not get online at teri's much and i have to check on hedda. i miss that rascal.