Not traveling by Santa's sleigh, it took three long days of driving, but we have arrived at our winter hideaway, tucked into a key deer preserve at the northern tip of Big Pine Key. The weather has been fabulous. High 70s, nice breeze. I'm writing on the deck, shaded enough by palms and overhang that I can see the computer screen. Yesterday we found the famous No Name Pub, a tavern Hemingway supposedly visited, not far from our house. Even though the palm tree there was decorated for the season, and boxes of cookies arrived today from Bruce, it doesn't seem like Christmas. It seems like a beautiful summer day. Think I'll put on my suit and go lay on the lower deck next to the canal. Have a great holiday!
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