An exciting night at the old Inn last night. At three in the morning, there was a loud pounding on the door, also pounding on the door next to us, and next to him, and Bob and Janice's door, and so on down the line. My first thought was "fire?" and then I realized that there were a couple of really young kids doing the knocking, and a woman, all hunting for Donnie who they thought might be in one of the rooms at the motel. Somebody's daddy was AWOL and there was hell to pay. Soon there were a couple of police cars on the scene and the banging on the doors stopped. There were cookie crumbs outside our door in the morning. Sad.

So a bit of a groggy morning, but we took the day off and went to St. Augustine and sauntered around and looked at incredible buildings and had a lovely lunch with Bob and Janice. Tomorrow, back to the boatyard saga. Big plans when you have staff for a few days. Finish stripping the rails, wash the masts, scrub and paint the spreaders, paint the bowsprit and the dolphin-striker. Do we have to give them a break for lunch two days in a row?