That I am unable to access the net from our place here in Destin can only mean that the gods want me to take a little break. But here I am at Destin’s only (?) Internet cafe, feeding the blog monster (the meter is at $2.80 and ticking). No pics until I can get the Thinkpad connected.
I had three objectives for this vacation: Get drunk, have a good cry and take a long nap. Two down.
Sign that your marriage is very strong or nearly over: Barb and I did not listen to the radio…CD’s…or book-tapes during the 10 hour drive on the first day. I confess she spent the first three hours doing business but, still, that’s a long time to talk to your wife/husband.