Heh. After spending yesterday morning in church, being hugged and being told how much we'll be missed, I guess we needed to know that not everyone loves us -

Yesterday afternoon, Bobby told the manager of the climbing gym that we'd be leaving Florida on the 21st of this month. This is the gym where we spend three evenings a week most weeks, and where we've made many friends. Seems the manager, who is generally rather surly and taciturn, except with one or two of his cronies, is not one of them. After Bobby had told him the news, Bobs sort of paused, waiting for the obligatory "Oh, I"m so sorry, we'll miss you" spiel. Instead, all he got was a blank so-what sort of stare. Geez. We'll try not to let the door hit us on our way out.

You'd think he'd miss our membership dues, even if he doesn't care about the loss of our scintillating conversation and sparkling wit.