Temporary Bachelorhood

 So Wifey left me, as she does from time to time. She fetched "her person" Tuesday at FLL and drove to a beach resort in Highland Beach. There was an incident. As she was walking back to the hotel from beachside, a crab got ahold of her toe and pinched. She fell back into the (luckily) soft sand, and screamed and kicked her legs maniacally trying to dislodge the crustacean. She is fine, and likely the nocturnal arthropod is traumatized.

D2 and I fetched Baby Man from preschool, and then fetched some newfangled yogurt that uses allulose as a sweetener. Gross details left out -- but that will be my final time consuming allulose, and Little Man will be instructed to pull my finger  less vigorously next time...

Other than that crappiness -- it was a lovely grandpa, mommy, and tia visit -- with dogs there as well.

Wednesday I drove back to D1's, and we collected D2 -- Jonathan was out of town -- and we headed to Fooq's for dinner with Patricia and Paul. It was delicious -- over in the gentrifying Little River -- and as we left, D2 saw her phone was blowing up, as they say. Her suegro was in Venezuela on business for the first time in years, and sure enough, 2 huge earthquakes hit. Thankfully, my consuegro is just fine -- his hotel has power and food, and hopefully they reopen the airport next week.

I went on the Global Empowerment web page -- a favorite non profit -- and donated towards the recovery. Those poor folks. Venezuela was in turmoil before -- they needed this like the proverbial hole in the head.

Yesterday was a total chill day -- capped with a FaceTime cocktail or 3 with Barry and Scott. Today I ordered Publix InstaCart, remembering to get Wifey's Diet Ginger Ale, and have some more walking in store before another Zoom.

Wifey's due back Sunday evening.

My desire to do something July 4 seems to have an answer -- meeting Donna and Barry for an early dinner at Bahia Honda -- a real find, thanks for Kenny. We've been there several times for dinner -- always the only gringos. The owner loves us -- amazingly fresh fish at most reasonable prices. It'll be an early dinner -- Donna wants to get home before the fireworks to calm Sally, who despises July 4, like most dogs. Our old man Bo is mostly deaf -- for him it'll be anouther quiet night.

So more chill in the heat awaits. I kind of like these stay -cations...