Final Saturday Florida Blog

My time here with Daddy is wrapping up. I've a few more days to tell you all about it, every day, but just know this: My time here with Daddy is wrapping up.

It honestly is beginning to feel like a conglomeration of episodes of Doctor Who, which is not necessarily a bad thing.

We've had days that felt really good, like we got a lot done, and made great strides in his overall health and well-being, and possibly even some strides in my overall health and well-being.

And we've had some days that ended, um, #NotSoMuch.

Today was decent. Up at a reasonable hour; watched some instructional golf videos; "braved" the "cold" (wind, really; today's high was 79º but Very Windy) to hit 80-90% happy balls at the driving range (19 balls using an iron and a wood); watched episodes 1 & 2 of season 6 (we skipped Matt's Christmas Special, because Amazon doesn't make them easy to find) of Doctor Who (of course; what else could we possibly have made it to S6 of, together?); took a boredom-break golf cart joyride to Publix; farted around online a bit; watched S6 E3, and then Daddy took his meds and went to bed.

I had a phone call with Stephen to non-blog catch-up. I discovered that my brain may not have been running on all cylinders when I booked my return flight. It leaves here in the evening, and arrives in Burbank at almost 10 p.m. During his closing shift. In Encino. No worries! That's not "late" or anything! Except that it is, if my bag doesn't get unloaded quickly, because the last bus of the night leaves within an hour of my plane landing. So I may have to taxi/Uber/Lyft home, except that I've never actually done that. And my brain/body will still be on Florida time, so we're talking 1 - 2 a.m. #Oopsie!

I also have a TON of mail (thanks, #TheBloggessTribe #PenPalsUnite!) and a healthy, repotted lavender plant, chili in the crockpot and dessert in the freezer, and possibly-very-angry furbabies waiting for me. And maybe work on Thursday or Friday. And voiceover workshop(s), if not work, on Friday. And... And... STUFF!

Tomorrow, we lunch with Uncle Leroy (and Laurie, if she's feeling up to it {I swear, everyone in this family is sickly!}). If we're up early enough, golf balls on the driving range before lunch ('sposedta be Toasty-Oatie-Ohs tomorrow, so early golf!), and then some swimming well after lunch. Then more of that routine on Monday and Tuesday. Who knows what we'll do before I leave on Wednesday?

Surely you're sick of this by now, right? No, and don't call me Shirley. What have I missed? What else do you want, before I head back home? Let me know!