DAY: Sue and I had a chat about this and decided it was probably Thursday. Time - 3.55: that's island time and hence meaningless.
LOCATION: Sands at Islamorada - approximately 80 miles from Key West, 80 miles from Miami and from where I'm sitting, about 20 yards from the Atlantic.
WEATHER: continuing hot, hot, hot with a cool, cool breeze.
VIEW: nice. See photo with view from the porch.
COLOURS: mainly primary, plus rather a lot of Flamingo pink round the pool and cabins. Indeed.
SOUNDS: that'll be the wind through the palms; the waves smacking against the jetty; and the damn squeak from one of the hammocks.
ISSUES: yes, for five minutes now, one of my socks has been about to roll off the porch and onto the beach below; it's so annoying. And while we're talking frankly - some of the palm trees are a bit bendy for my taste.
PLANS: nothing pressing. I may start a new novel or I may lie down. At the moment I really don't give a flying big one.