|The pool is full, you can stop now, Debby.|
|This guy found a perfect blue wine glass, probably off a cruise ship. Score!|
|The storm drains were overwhelmed. At least I hope it was the storm drains. We didn't walk in that water.|
|Hillsborough Inlet was wicked rough. No fishing today, folks.|
|All the charter boats were tucked into their berths.|
|With the residents restless|
|Just in case you don't notice all the boats...|
|My bro patiently waiting for me in the manatee area. We did not run over any, I promise.|
|The surfers and parasailers were out. Form your own opinion on the wisdom of that.|
|Deerfield Beach. There is a lot of street/beachscape work going on around here and that's a good thing.|
|It looks more benign than it actually was.|
|We sat out another squall with rum runners - my bro's choice - |
and oysters at a hotel cafe across the street from the beach.
|oh oh oh!|
|Another surfer says enough. Very good.|
Debby continues her strange journey amongst a lot of widely varying speculation as to what happens next with her. In the meantime, parts of Florida have been hammered with rain and a few tornadoes. Hopefully she won't be interfering with my flight out of here tomorrow. Connecticut here I come!
Have a memorable in the good way Monday! Do something multicolored.