Happy Father’s Day to all you Papas out there.

I myself am deliriously drowsy with a wonderful thick-sliced bacon and slightly-snotty poached egg breakfast that Admiral Kay just forced down my unworthy gullet which, of course, is now settling into just the right spot for the duration!

Well, off to my reading nook to devour the next portion of my current Lincoln Child / Douglas Preston Manhattan murder mystery. I’m confident that the warm morning sun will pleasantly dapple those pages and my left shoulder through half-drawn blinds.

Might even doze for a few and dream what Sojourn will look like after this arduous resoration process is complete…… the picture below hangs on the wall of my study and presents itself to me when my head is lazily resting against the headrest of my Stressless (?) chair to constantly remind me that those days are indeed imminent.

That photograph also draws us back to when we used to sail her aimlessly about Lake Pepin, between Wisconsin and Minnesota anchorages, not so long ago. Yes, she was way too much boat for that lake, but as I’ve recounted many times to our Florida friends and neighbors, that was the best hurricane hole in the world up there, surrounded by awesome all-weather friends and neighbors!

Yes, kids, it’s a slow news day, deliciously and intentionally…. maybe I’ll hop on the elliptical trainer in the lanai this afternoon for a combat-that-evil-bacon session. But then again, maybe not.

I also still have about ninety feet of teak rub rail down behind the garage waiting for me to chisel off that most tenacious black Chinese adhesive euphemistically referred to as caulk… HA!

Life is good. And it’s truly a luxury to have choices – all of which are good. HFD, all !

Lator, ‘gators…