Today barely merits a blog entry. But I'm still going to do it.
It began with coffee on the balcony overlooking the beach.
The wall of rain moved in and, though there was no thunder or lightning, for some reason, everybody who was in the pool scattered and ran inside.
So they wouldn't get wet?
Alex and I went for a stroll along the beach and he spent much of the walk flipping stranded jellyfish back into the water so somebody else could get the full Pensacola experience.
|They blend in well.|
|And don't look like a gob of snot at all.|
|Beware the tendrils of stinginess.|
|The Purple Flag of Marine Deadliness™ is still flying proudly.|
|The ocean once again extracts its vengeance on Alex. Now, he will chafe.|
We spent the day bobbing along in the lazy river. It was cloudy, but still very hot. Florida knows how to do heat.
When the sun came out mid-afternoon, the pool got really crowded and when the clouds came back a short time later, it cleared out again.
I have no idea what everyone was doing inside.
Maybe they were all getting tattoos that celebrated their room numbers.
|Like Alex did.|
When we had had our fill of relaxing and wanted our fill of food, we walked to a restaurant called Shaggy's. Passing through the parking lot, there was a beautiful sunset reflected in the window of a car.
|In gentle contradistinction to the TRUMP FOREVER stickers we had seen.|
At Shaggy's we were treated to mediocre service that provided mediocre food. That's all you need to hear about that.
After dinner, we walked back to the hotel. There was a free public concert happening on a bandstand on the beach. Alex and I stopped to watch them play a few classic rock songs while Kerri headed back to the room to go to sleep.
Rest and relaxation is tiring. And tomorrow, we have to do even more of it!