this is becoming a weekly ritual. flee the office, fill the rental car’s gas tank, drop off some shirts at the cleaners, hit RDU, suffer the minor humiliation of TSA security (in stocking feet) then hit the Varsity Bar for a 22 oz. sam adams and some Treo blogging.
I see a blizzard is coming to the Cape tomorrow night. yuck. daphne and fisher are coming back from China. I hope.
at least I’ll see my dogs tonight!