Yes, a nice dinner out sounds preferable. The tradeoff is that I will have to fend off my mother's complaints over how much it costs.
Wednesday morning, the first morning of my vacation, and I'm at 154.3.
I've got tickets to a matinee in the city and the weather is supposed to have warmed up by about 30 degrees from yesterday, when it felt like a premature January.
The contractor says he's still trying to get the kitchen done for the weekend, but he hasn't been on site for two days. He's left himself just three working days to do this. As a safety measure, I've asked the insurance company to extend my stay beyond Friday checkout at 11 AM.




