I could scream because while we went to bed under a pile of blankets, we woke up to 70 degree temps and not a puff of wind...kind of the anti-when Kat and Joe were here-weather and looking excellent for fishing. Darn.
Henry continues to spend every waking moment staring into the canal. For a while we thought maybe he was admiring his handsome reflection, but now we think he is monitoring the fish. So far he has not jumped in unless people are in there -- either swimming or in a kayak. Everything I do I do with half an ear poised listening for the big splash.
Great late lunch at El Saboney a Cuban restaurant in Key West. I could have sworn we were in New Orleans.
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