It's 10 till 9pm and...

... we're leaving in about 9 hours. We are all packed. It's just a matter of trying to sleep, getting up on time and on the road on time. We're leaving at 6 a.m. It's about 80 miles to Woods Hole on Cape Cod. The ferry leaves at 8:30 and we're on the island by 9:15. Getting there is really just a mini adventure. A drive, especially early on a Sunday morning with no summer traffic to deal with, then a boat ride then a five minute drive to the hotel.

I'm just writing this because I was catching up on my reading around here and it got me in the mood to write, though apart from telling everyone again, that I'm going away, I really didn't have much to say. Then I looked to my left and who do I see? McGruff the Crime Dog.

  That's my treadmill in the upright position casting a shadow on my, white, well sorta white walls. I took the original picture, of the shadow, not Mcgruff. I haven't seen him in years since the big Purina scandal. Anyway the walls came out flaming red so I played with the picture a bit. 
Well that's all the excitement for this evening. I should really go and pretend to sleep soon.

I'm outta here.