Day Eighteen. Florida is not all sunshine and beaches by any means. It’s a hot, musty swamp almost year-round, and it rains for more than half of the year. Today was one of those days.

I didn’t bother leaving the house, or doing much of anything, save for video games and television, you know, things with screens.

This is what it looked like outside, for better or worse. I’ll call it a washout.