It was warm enough this morning for a post-run swim, followed by a little reading in the sun. I just started the new Grisham novel, Boys of Biloxi just after finishing James Patterson’s Blow Back. A Patricia Cornwell recent release awaits. My Kindle stopped working, so I’ve been using the phone app. Football is my TV plan for this afternoon after finally getting through Monster: The Jeffrey Dahmer Story. It was hard to stomach. In the evenings, we’ve started Five Days at Memorial, a reminder of what we just missed in being out of town for Hurricane Ian. Will the Bears game against the Cowboys be of equal horror with these two series?

We did get to the main community pool yesterday to watch our neighbors perform on guitars and also have lunch at the Dog Friendly food cart. The Florida weather has been so beautiful these past few weeks, but reminders of storm damage are everywhere.  Last night, we made the 45-minute drive down to badly damaged Punta Gorda for dinner. Very few lights were working and the restaurant we were seeking was closed. We ended up at Los Mariachis in Port Charlotte, but the much touted mariachi band didn’t show up. A careless waiter then tried to dump a tray of food into my lap – not even our food. It was all over the floor at my feet but no one bothered to clean it up. An apology might have been nice. Not our best choice for Date Night.

I struggled once again to get out of bed this morning. It’s been well over a week since we returned home, but all those time changes took their toll on my internal clock. I’ve been groggy, unstable on my feet, and sleep challenged. Travel was really tough on me this time, but it was the first time we’d been away for more than a month. It’s already taken weeks to recover, plus now I’m faced with eyelid surgery and another time change. To make matters worse, I’m being kicked out of my own bed and house to accommodate my wife’s girl friend get together next weekend. Woe is me!