Is it thundering where you are?

Here at exit 76, it’s pouring and thundering and lightning…ing.

Which means I’m going to have to walk to the gym in the RAIN, which is bad.

And which means how the heck am I going to entertain the kiddies? The girls are going to the mall with their grandmother, if I’m not mistaken. That’s all of the girls — Wifey, my mother, my sister, her daughter. So I guess they’ll be plenty entertained.

Wifey and I ventured down to Target yesterday. We missed the sign for route 1 and ended up on 95 and there is a target down at exit 71, I think it was. No orange juice there, if you can believe that. I did pick up a t-shirt for $5 — just a plain one, because I’m planning on wearing it to the gym. It wouldn’t do to wear a shirt that says “exit 76″ all over it. No, that’s tacky.

It’s Wednesday. Got here Sunday. I did go to the gym on Monday and yesterday, did my four miles on the treadmill. Major boring, though, without a show to watch. The TV screen nearest my machine was on MSNBC and that’s nothing but zzzZZZZZZzzzzzz, as far as I’m concerned.

There’s a Starbucks here. Not a real one. The coffee we were drinking was pretty crappy. The water here is nothing to write home about. So I’ll write to you all about it. It’s quite sulphuriferous. It took me three tries at the word “sulphur” before I gave up and used the spell-checker.

The gym opens in a half hour and Wifey is still asleep. She wants to go to the gym, and that’s why we ended up at Target, so she could get some sneakers. That and we neeed to buy some bottled water. I could have lived without the t-shirt, but for $5… well hey.

And I’ve finished my book. Vince Flynn’s Term Limits. I think it’s his first, but I could be wrong about that. Not bad for a vacation read. What should I read next? I have this copy of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance — I actually picked it up off the swap table at the dump. Hard getting into it, though.

I hear stirring from the bed. I’m in the comfy chair across the room. This year’s room is a mirror image of the one we had two years ago. Different building, too. Weird. Eerily institutional. But I’m not paying, so I sure ain’t complaining! :) Gotta run. TTFN!