I do feel bad about the dogs. I see them one day then bring them to Patty's. Then again, she has the BEST YARD EVER, so I doubt they're crying in their kibble over me. Actually, the second I brought them into Patty's, Sebastian ran to the back door. Then he just sat there, pleading with his eyes: "You must let me out. Don't you understand? There could be DUCKS out there! Even an iguana! Maybe the neighbor dog will be barking furiously for no reason at all! I can join in! Pleeeeeease let me out?" Stacey who?

So anyway, we're at a B&B a couple of blocks off Duval. Tomorrow when Chris is at "work," I am gonna tool around town on my bike. Snap some pics, hopefully. Saturday or Sunday, we're going to my beloved Bahia Honda. Then on the way home Sunday, we're going to hit this wild bird sanctuary thing. Yay!

OK, I just had to lie a little to Chris a minute ago when he woke up and asked what time it was ("Like two," when in reality it's more like 2:40) so I think that means it's past bedtime. Even in Key West.

¶ 1:50 AM