No, I haven't lost so much weight as to wither away and die, although I did commune with the dead over the weekend. On a whim, I and the madam headed north for a few days in Savannah, Georgia. Never did I expect someplace hotter than South Florida, but my sweat stains the squares, dripping with Spanish Moss, as though the trees themselves were melting under the summer sun.
Savannah is such a beautiful place, if you go there once, you'll be there twice. Being Friday the thirteenth, it was only appropriate we took a ghost tour through America's most haunted city, and it has inspired a new character and short story, which, knowing me as I do, will likely turn into a long story.
Then, we headed out to Tybee Island, where we had a lovely, if hot, day at the beach. Being some 400 miles north, I assumed the water would be somewhat cooler. I was somewhat wrong. No matter. The waters off Tybee Island are home to frolicking dolphins, who frolicked right up to us. I could tell something was up when the water just in front of me erupted with fish, frantic to escape something. Then came the dorsal fins, and those smiling snouts, scooping up lunch only inches away. Okay, maybe feet, but only a few of them. Everyone on the beach waded out to see, for which I was grateful. There's something unnerving about being the only biped within striking distance of these close to 500 pound animals. At one point, one of them floated on his back, just out of my reach, just below the surface, teasing its prey, before snatching it with a flick of the head. All in all, good fun for everyone. Unless you happened to be bait. I only wish I swam with my camera.
I did, however, take some pictures at Colonial Park Cemetery. You decide if I captured any ghosts.
So, how was your weekend?