We spent a long weekend away in Florida, where the sun was bright if not particularly warm (though we left on a nine-degree morning and returned to tonight's snow showers). For a few days, we battled migrating seniors for dinner reservations, looked at T-shirts, took in the Salvador Dali Museum in St. Petersburg and the Red Hot Chili Peppers in Tampa. We ate some grouper sandwiches and crabcakes and key lime pie. I took a swim, despite the chill. Had a massage. Read the forthcoming Iggy biography. Hunted some seashells on the shore. Mostly, we put the top down. Just a two-seater on this trip, a hot little number at high speed. And watched the birds, sailing against a very blue, Florida sky. Till sunset.