I got up an went over to the balcony. It looks cloudy out there.
The trees all over the place look well scoured, as if some angry mother drew a comb through the hair of the world with no regard to how much got yanked and how much stayed behind.
We signed up for a sales tour this morning. They pitched it as a discount and a free breakfast. I thought it might help orient us to the resort, and being cheap, thought a free breakfast and discount would not hurt either. We have to be back by the restaurant where we watched the first part of the superbowl by 9:15 this morning. It's close to 6:30 now, so I don't think we'll have a problem.
I just hope there's some cute men. Twenty miles from a gay bar just seems like the edge of civilization, at least as I want to know it. ;-)