A warm meal

We went out to dinner at Seven Fish for Ben and Ken's last night here, and they treated us -- which they shouldn't have.

Not that I didn't love my fresh-caught pompano, which was marvelous.

Their visit was a treat in itself, made even sweeter by the fact that they brought Toby along, which let him have a chance to give us some farewell nuzzles, wobbly as they were, and us a chance to scratch him behind the ears one more time.

You'll note the sweaters, long sleeves and layers, by the way. And as they left for the mainland I kept trying, and failing, to think of the perfect opposite of frying-pan-to-fire.