In Home Sweet Home, that is (and Tom is baking in FLA). We're having heavy rains this morning, so I decided to go to the indoor pool to warm up. Instead, I got a dose of culture shock. The pool was empty, except for an older couple who were bobbing around. They perked up when a young woman followed me in, and they immediately inquired about her activities the previous evening. It seems she went from bar to bar looking for a guy she had her eye on. When she caught up with him, she ordered him a beer, even though he was "so drunk." She then detailed all the lies he told her, the terms of his probation, etc., while the couple lapped up every word. My head was screaming, "Run, run, RUN as fast as you can," but they congratulated her on making her move. After just a couple laps and a few more sordid tidbits, I had to leave. Now I am cooling down--and warming up--with a cup of tea.
First company arrives for lunch tomorrow. Still have some work to do around HSH.
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