I've got to go home and go to bed.
Went swimming in the ocean with my phone in my shirt. I haven't voluntarily been in a large body of water in 15 years (thanks to my friend, George, I've been in INvoluntarily twice) and the one time I did it, I had my phone. It washed up two minutes later and while it keeps struggling mightedly to function it...doesn't.
For some reason, this family has the habit of drinking all day, every day, while on vacation. I've eaten and drunk more in the last five days than I have in the last six months. I'm afraid to take a last excursion to the beach lest I be mistaken for a...beached whale!
There are psycho people everywhere. We had an interaction with (he said) a security person at an outdoor restaurant that resulted in us being handed the prime seat in the house, ahead of the hour and 45 minute wait. I STILL don't know what happened with that one, but a grown child who waited tables when she was 15 comes in handy every now and then.
The Big Boy slipped at the pool and...he could be hurt. His left leg and foot is swollen (are swollen? It's one entity) and we're going to have an interesting time getting him home. He tried to be pitiful but after we left him in the hotel by himself for an entire day, he got a little more functional. We'll see when we get hold of the doctor.
I sure do miss my phone. Bet this means I lost the paid-for games, too.