It's cold and sunny in the homeland. I'm staying in and looking out, creating distance until the weather turns, thinking to emerge again in April, or thereabouts. In the meantime, I plan on whining and bitching a lot. It gives me something to do.
Down south, however, Tom has found warmth and sun in Florida. And he's accidentally gone Bombadilling. Last night while walking on Coco Beach he found nothing less than a 2-foot stranded shark. He couldn't quite get it back in the water from where it landed, the tide was coming in, so he finessed it 200 feet down the shore to a pier, stripped off his clothes, and he and the shark waded right in. No one was injured and the shark swam away. I'm not sure if pay-it-forward works with sharks, but maybe somewhere out in the ocean a young shark is having a slightly better day.