Seems that’s the magic number where the pool temperature moves from “perfectly acceptable” to “perfectly fine”. And given the fact that things are about to get mighty warm in the days ahead, “perfectly fine” is about to turn into “bath water” by the weekend.

We have a mourning dove nesting in the lemon tree who has employed a kind of interesting architecture for her building material. Now mourning dove nests are notoriously flimsy: just some grass and a few twigs strategically placed in order to get the job done. For this particular nest, mama dove chose for an eastern wall a lemon that had jammed itself between two branches, and for a southern wall a Fry’s plastic bag. Looks kinda funny to see her head poking out from behind a grocery bag.

A nearly full moon out is out tonight. The water always looks lovely in the moonlight – even on the coolest January night – but when it gets to swimming temperature things get kind of magical. Add into the mix some rustling palm branches, a chilled Caguama, and maybe some Caribbean or surf music, now you’re talking!

…and then add to that another good thrashing given the New York Yankees by the Red Sox, well, it’s hard to think life can get better.