After a day spent in the Florida Keys drinking Long Island Ice tea and eating shrimp and blackened mahi-mahi, you would expect me to pass on my writing allotment, especially since I only had an hour at home before heading out to a French restaurant in the Grove for dinner. Not I. I came home, drank a bucket of water, and typed 2,400 words. Luckily I had enough in the word bank to complete the lack. Not saying it’s the best writing I’ve ever done, but you know what? That’s another day down, no excuses.

Now I’ve got five minutes to shower and hit the road. Great French food (can you say creme brulee with the right accents?) awaits!