Mostly, we lounged on the lanai. Carol read. I coughed.
Such a wimp I am. We were doing a small post breakfast walkabout and found a woman bagging up her arm in plastic (the arm was in a cast) so she could go snorkeling. I would have a coughing fit and end up drowned. And, that might not be so bad.
But, on a happier note:
What should arrive but a sweet little yacht. According to my Marine Traffic App – she is The Triton. Apparently, she has been repainted and her helicopter is MIA. Residents of The Asylum please note: “Not to mention the yacht is fully wheelchair accessible…”
Always enjoy looking at the toys of the insanely wealthy.
. . .
Civilization, in fact, grows more and more maudlin and hysterical; especially under democracy it tends to degenerate into a mere combat of crazes; the whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, most of them imaginary. H.L. Menchen In Defense of Women (1918)