No baby yet. My dad keeps offering castor oil. I continue to say no. We are carrying on around here.
Lunch at a local fish monger entertained us all--watching the docked fishermen gut their catches of the day and toss the remainder of the carcass overboard to any sea dwellers with an appetite. Fish tacos for the land lubbers. Fries for the hovering egrets. Ended with a heavy rainstorm on the tin roof.