Casey posited the idea of getting a room instead of the pullout couch at his dad’s. I hedged — we could make it work! — but also gladly acquiesced. (The couch has a bar that hits you right in the lower back.)
The notion emerged late in the game and Florida is “in season” meaning there weren’t many options. We totally lucked out. He found a joint on the bay that turned out to be absolutely delightful — a little bayside motel that had been spruced up with incredible care.
Being bayside provided a westerly view, so we had his dad and Renee over to watch the sun slink into the water. It was lovely. Then we had takeout chicken, potato wedges and other sides from Publix for dinner at our temporary abode and really could have used some napkins.