I need to go over the river ...
... and through the woods, to St. Augustine to get together with my wife's side of the family. We pick a spot and gather as many as can come each summer for a little reunion. It always involves salt water and usually boats, but this year they picked my hometown, so it's a beach event rather than a boat event.
That should lower the Murphy's law quotient by a factor of 5 at least.
What this means for Pure Florida, is a slight blockage in the flow of silliness from my secret hideout 'neath the cabbage palms and Spanish moss.
I may get to post from the public library, the Barnes & Noble, or some other WIFI zone ... it could happen.