Here, my routine is much more complicated than at home. There I either put on my black sweats or my blue sweats. No need to look outside. It's winter. I wear sweats. Here, I meander out to the porch where Philip has coffee waiting. I squint towards the Atlantic - fog, mist, rain, clouds, sun? Depending on what I see I have my choice of 3 outfits in the suitcase. It's all mix and match so the 3 outfits morph into endless possibilities before my 2nd sip of coffee. I still have the NYT crossword/vertex to contemplate. Its daunting. Yesterday it rained, not showers but serious coming at you sideways rain. Phil made a run to the grocery store - I wanted ice cream. Otherwise we drifted from porch to living room to bedroom. The temperature stays between 72*-85*. This morning was overcast while we walked Smathers Beach. The past several weeks PB's hummed, whistled or sang "My Blue Heaven." Philip is always singing, it's