Well, what the doc is telling me now about the broken wrist is that it's a compressed fracture, meaning that the radius was smashed in on itself like smacking a wooden peg with a hammer until it bows out along its length and gets shorter. That's actually better (in some ways) than what I had feared -- that I had torn a ligament connecting the ulna to the radius.

The downside is that it will take a long time to be able to use the hand/wrist well and - perhaps - without pain. We are supposed to start 3x/wk physical therapy for 3 weeks, but the first available appt is the 30th. Getting a second opinion, since being the long-term use of a limb it seems like a good idea.

That's out of the way, now on to the good stuff: being tourists for a while.

First off, Key West is chock full of expensive good places to eat, and a few less expensive but still good, and a few more the other way 'round, and some standard strip-mall fare. We decided to have breakfast at the local Denny's... and aside from serving Denny's usual menu, the scenery was probably the nicest we've seen in a Denny's. Here's the view past the cash register (below the bottom of frame is a parking lot, left that out b/c they look the same everywhere):


And if you are seated far from the Gulf view, this is what you see:

Yes, that's a tiki bar and pool with fountains in the background. Grant wishes I would not take so many pictures... I think (hope) someday he may appreciate them.

On to even MORE touristy things! We have been here for weeks and never took Grant to the Mile Marker Zero on route 1, so here goes. You can see some very nice Key West southern homes in the background:


We also had never taken him to the Southernmost Point buoy, so we just HAD to do that, too, even though it is not actually the southernmost point on Key West:


Finally, we went to the Navy base which contains the actual southernmost land on the island. You can't get to that tip, restricted area. Got closer than the "southernmost buoy" though :-)


And Derek, after our using a tall barstool as our helm chair for two overnight passages (difficult, not all that stable in a seaway), finally found what he was looking for: Attwood's adjustable height pedestal extra-tall fishing chair, from the the Swivl-Eze 238 family of fishing chairs and mounts/pedestals/bases. He installed the "storage position" base for it already - like, the day it all arrived, yesterday - and you can see the chair in this picture of our Christmas tree:


Even better will be when the "D base" (not "debase!") arrives. That (the "D" is so that it can mount on the available portion of the cockpit deck) will allow us to mount the helm chair at the wheel when we are underway, and it will be tall enough to allow the helm to see where we're going and stable enough that the helmsman won't have to wedge his/her feet in order to not be knocked over when it's rough. Woo hoo! I feel more secure already.

And even better in this image of "Papa" (not Hemingway) and his fighting helm chair:


As for the penguins stealing his sanity, well, no one is sure, but there are theories... Linux's symbol is a penguin, and recently the poor dear had to change his entire operating system to accommodate the latest versin of the Kepler data. Things broke, as they generally do when changing out operating systems, and it was a few-days mess for Derek. I think that adds some heft to the penguin character assassination going on on this tee shirt!