and appropriate
Early clouds rapidly moving north, rumbles of thunder from far away. Shrimpers done for the night and moving past our wide, screen porch as we sit having a stuffed egg and toasted slices of a wheat bun bought at Tyndall yesterday on our way over.
For some reason, though was working fine earlier, the hotel’s internet has gone off non-operational this morning. It is a sign of the age that this nuisance bothers me. Maybe I need to return to pre-WWW? Or now go non-internet like friends we had martinis with last evening, who take pride in the independence of not being connected? Naanh, I'll use my phone for a personal hotspot for a moment.
Supper with them, after martinis, at an uncrowded restaurant, fried oysters, but the best fried mullet we’ve had in years, properly the whole mullet filleted, backbone with tail separate, a munching delicacy including the crispy tail. And also the crispy fried fish skin. Thankfully, Linda won’t eat fish skin, so I had the crispy skin of two whole mullet. Mullets?
Happy Friday to all, and to all a good morning.
T