... on account o' because we're gonna be spending the next four nights in the Holiday Inn Express just across the highway. I thought about this long and hard before I decided to abandon El Casa Móvil De Pennington for a warmer space. My Inner Macho Man said "don't be a freakin' wuss, it's just a lil cold, is all." Macho Man was winning until I ran into Jenny at Wally-World and she was pretty emphatic with the "do it!" thing. Which all goes to prove that women are generally smarter than men when it comes to macho stuff.
And just how cold will it be? This cold:
I can do overnight temps in the teens but below zero stuff just ain't ANY fun. At all.
So. We're booked. Registering at the front desk of the HIE was sorta funny... I was asked for address, etc. and duly gave the particulars... which got weird for the lady when she said "and your ZIP code there?' "88130," sez I. "Hunh? What's that all about, if I may ask?" We explained, she understood. And Hey! Free breakfast for the next four days, or at least someone else is gonna do the cookin'. Coz it ain't exactly free, yanno?