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What to say, write, this morning, it's 5:04 and I've been up an hour. Evidently (what's the evidence? a full cup of cold coffee sitting under the brewer spout), I brewed my cup of coffee unintentionally, pushing the button by accident last night, so it was cold and didn't well melt the square of wake-up chocolate. Why not brew a fresh cup? because the machine sounds loud in the utter silence of predawn, and I didn't want to wake Linda, who's still asleep. Things have changed for me in the past thirty or forty years, and I no longer enjoy getting up at four o'clock in the morning to begin my new day. Busy morning ahead, or I'd have my eye on a nap.

So reading, what? BBC news online, why? because it's not Fox or CNN. News often not Of General Interest, but there it is. Rebels in the Royal Family. Canada PM raging about Iran mistakenly shooting down the airliner (in 1988 the American guided missile cruiser USS Vincennes shot down Iran Air passenger airliner as it took off, mistaking it for an incoming missile, so horrific tragedy works both ways). But intriguing human stories now and again, today this one
https://www.bbc.com/news/stories-50459821

Walk time moved from 7:00 to 7:15 for this morning. 68°F out, a reasonably agreeable Florida Gulf Coast winter thus far. One thing we've notice living here right on top of StAndrewsBay is that since Hurricane Michael there are no pleasure boats out on the Bay, neither on what were once normal boating Saturdays nor even on holidays. Many, many boats were destroyed, and all the marinas were destroyed. And maybe the appeal and excitement of being out on the Bay and to Shell Island and back are gone?

What today? Not wanting the last of it to disappear, have reconstructed a small remnant of proper gumbo with filé gumbo powder, a quart can of gumbo mix bought in Louisiana our last visit to Denham Springs, and a quart of raw oysters cooked into it. It's thick and dark brown and delicious. 

So, what else is new?

It's raining. Raining and thick fog at the moment. Octogenarians, two old men in our middle eighties don't need to tempt Father Nature & Father Time when they unite against us. We no longer take risky chances. I'll have to check the clouds and see if walking is advisable.

T