Which in Florida, really means that I'm heading north, culturally. I'll be back down in Boca from Orlando this afternoon, God willing and if the creek (in this case, the St. Johns River) don't rise.
Though I'm not a believer in God.
And actually (did you know this?) the expression isn't referring to a trickling and burbling body of water, temporarily making its glass more than half full but, rather, an Indian tribe that was given to the occasional uprising, with a tendency to hinder travel, either temporarily or permanently. So I guess the word should have been capitalized. But that would have given away the game.
Or is it really just about flooding? Who knows? What would we do without the Intertubes?
Anyway, enough philosophy for now. See y'all later (I can still say that while I'm up south).
[Afternoon update]
Back in Boca, but busy (he alliterated).
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