So here we are in Florida

…not quite the length of a football field from the warm waters of the Gulf of Mexico, coming to you live via Verizon 4G and the FoxFi hotspot which bypasses the need for an extra $50/month charge for Verizon’s “official” hotspot app.
Which is just fabulous when all the Children of Privilege™ are down on the beach sucking so much bandwidth that you can’t even get the phone to kick over into 3G mode. But that was Saturday and Sunday…they’re all home now and we pretty much have the 4G node to ourselves. I’m getting about 2Mbps at the moment…not bad for text, limited graphics, and blogging. (And why do we not have cable broadband? Because this ain’t a hotel, bub; Sally’s parents turn the cable off when they go back to PA for the summer.)
At the moment I couldn’t care less about politics. But I have seen a few Romney signs down here…not particularly surprising in SW Florida.
This is a short trip, pretty much just lazing around. We haven’t even gone out to eat much, other than to meet friends at one of the “locals” restaurants the other night and running up north a bit for ribs the night before that. I did take Sally downtown for some expensive gourmet ice cream the first night. She’s been to the beach (which I avoid like the plague) and we’ve been to the flea market and the outlet mall.
We’ll fly home tomorrow afternoon and be home in time for fireworks, if there are any.
Perhaps the best part of all this is that I’ve been off work for two days during the power outages back east, which I understand affected our operations a bit. I’d rather just waste away in Margaritaville for a couple more days, but duty calls. Sigh.
Oh, and when I return, I’ll have pictures of the outlandishly-huge (even for this area) house the Swiss drug lords are building on the other side of the canal.