Here we are, Day 3 of hotel life. Looks like we will be in residence here through the weekend, and return to our true home Monday or Tuesday.
Life in the hotel is not too shabby, though it still feels odd to be in hotel approximately 5 miles from our house. It goes without saying (but I'm gonna anyway) that the pool is the highlight of this adventure for Annelise.
We are able to walk to Boston Market, where I discovered their new Tuscan Salad. Olives, peppers, herb chicken, tomatoes. Colorful and quite tasty.
Yesterday, I ran at the Y like a hamster. As an added treat the man next to me had either Tourette's or a mental quirk of some sort. In order to run through his running commentary and interesting noises, I risked my ear drums and cranked up my iPOD. Thank goodness for The Kinks, Wish I could Fly Like Superman, Sheryl Crow, Out of Our Heads and (shhh...) Madonna and J. Timberlake, Four Minutes.
This morning, I quickly rationalized my desire for another run by telling myself I'd just be frustrated by the rinky-dink treadmill in the exercise room here, and promised myself I will meet the group for a run in the morning in the great outdoors. Yep. That's the plan man.
So I went for this instead...
My pitifully neglected and somewhat gnarly feet were in much need of a freshening up. Just in case you want to know, I went to a new place and was very pleased. I'm going to let the other place go. Buh-bye.
After the pedi, I walked on my happy feet to get a coffee. I sure know how to live large, don't I? Now, let's take a closer look at all the happiness.Reef flip-flops. They are like flipping around on a cloud I tell you. Besides my Mary Jane Crocs, my Reef flips are my go to shoe of choice. Supportive, comfy and cute.
Clockwise you will also notice my vanilla non-fat latte, my current must read of the moment, and the new Neil Diamond CD. Don't giggle. I love me some Neil. A few bars of Sweet Caroline and I am transported back to 1978, riding in our Ford LTD with my mom, Hot August Nights on the 8 Track, windows down. Good times. His new CD does not disappoint.
All too soon it was time to put down my book, take my last sip of coffee, turn off Neil and pick up A. from school. A busy afternoon of dance recital rehearsal, errands, and a birthday party was calling my name. Loudly.