Charlie and I are minding the midnight oil here (he's got Barney on his iPad, I've got Catullus and some writing work) as not only is there a full moon but the third snowstorm in a week is due to hit in the wee hours of the morning. I'm supposed to have my final two exams on Tuesday and Jim has about six million errands to run. We'll see what actually gets done!
Sunday we made a farewell tour to the lighthouse, and the stone jetty, and the island where Charlie ran in the sand and swam in the surf. We brought the bikes but there was a strong, strong wind out of the west so a walk-run-sprint was in order. Charlie was serious on the ride down, nervous while on the island (he called successively for McDonalds, sushi [closed for the season], WaWa) and then, mission accomplished, smiled a lot on the way home.