I have the Canned Heat song "On the Road Again" stuck in my head, but I can't figure out a way to embed it in the blog, so you'll just have to imagine it. Ha.
Today we drove to Alexandria, VA, where we currently reside in the Days Inn. This one, however, has no continental breakfast, so there will be no Waffle Part III. It's ok - we'll manage to amuse ourselves in other ways. Anyway, once we arrived, saw our first rooms and demanded alternative rooms (as the first set had not been cleaned), I lugged my suitcase up to the third floor, got out my running shoes and went for a jog in a nearby residential area. It's nice - woodsy, playgrounds, a park... pleasant scenery, which almost made up for how out-of-shape I feel when I'm running. Almost. Clearly I'm going to have to get serious about it again, especially with the upcoming Florida leg of the trip. Yes, call me vain, call me shallow, but I want to look like a porn star on the beach. Porn. Star. Dead serious. Probably.
At any rate... It's St. Patrick's Day. We're probably not doing a goddamn thing to mark the occasion, on account of being nearly geriatric in our sleep-schedules... when you're called at 6.30 am, you tend to go to bed by 9 pm at the latest. That being said, we're off to dinner. I'll keep you posted.
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