I've made it back from Florida in one piece; well, one slightly crispy piece. I stayed out in the sun a little too long and got burned just about everywhere. There's no blistering or peeling just yet, though, so at least I've been spared that grief.

I liked the trip. I had thought the drive down and back would be tedious, but it wasn't. I'm easily entertained; I just read and watched the landscape change. ("What is with these people and steep things?" "I think it's called terrain, dear." "Oh. We don't have that in Indiana, do we?") I saw a few armadillos along the way. None alive, but at least now I can say I've seen some.

The hotel we stayed at was just wonderful. Right on the beach, spa in the basement, three restraunts. I don't see how we could have stayed there if Ma hadn't lucked out and got us in at a little under half price.

It was so very good to see family. My cousin, Ed, is a terrific little kid. I can't say a bad thing about him. I'm not sure how to describe my uncle. He's a very funny man, most everything he says is thick with irony. (When I was wee he'd tell me he was from Mars.) I wish we lived closer together.

It's good to be home.