Fear not, reader, I am back from my trek to Florida. Sadly, without a cabana boy.

To be perfectly candid with you, there most likely will be no cabana boys nor any boys for that matter for a very long time. I am really trying hard to get over this thing or whatever I have been dealing with, and needless to say, it has not been faring well. But I am ok, you're ok, and we're all ok.

Florida was nice. I want to go back to 75 degree weather. I also liked the sense of independence I felt while getting to and from airports and flying by myself. I am all growed up!