Off to the Sunshine State.
Yes, Peeps, it is that time of the year when the Usual Suspects (a dozen of us this year) form up for the annual invasion of Southwest Florida for a week. I suspect that the guy in the local liquor has the date written on his calendar and his banker waiting for a deposit.
In addition to enjoying adult beverages and doing as little as possible, I plan to take every available opportunity to avoid watching or hearing any news, or, at least, keeping the mainstream mind poison to a bare minimum.
Play nice while I’m gone.
