We had a failed eviction from the chicken coop this morning. Ms. Tami, who does not seem to appreciate his status as a charity case, has worn out his welcome (and is now big enough to draw blood) so we were going to put him back in the front yard to fend for himself against the raccoons. But he's bigger now than the first time he got kicked out of the coop, so he just flew right back into the back yard to be near his girls. Which I might consider gallant, except that he's a jerk. He can't be in the back yard because he'd probably peck our dogs' eyes out, so now he's back in the coop. Plan B - find somebody who wants to "adopt" him for dinner.

We've been in Florida for three years, but I just played my first games of beach volleyball since leaving UC-San Diego 18 years ago. And I was as good as I ever was! Unfortunately.