I’ve set my watch for “Who cares what time it is?!” and my compass for the house overlooking the reef and High Rocks. It’s going to be a much needed, much anticipated, long, long week.
There will be much fishing, rum & Tang, morning walks to the rocks, sunsets on the roof, multiple naps in the hammocks, trips to Nippers, surf-bobbing, late-night card games, and –of course– repeated references to my huge conch.
Catch y’all on the flip. I’m going completely incommunicado, so –in the words of St. Jimmy— if the phone doesn’t ring, it’s me.