At the Train Station…

Through the miserable freezing cold, Tom and I made it to the train station. We’re now waiting for the damn train which is to be two hours late. I’ll be very tired when we arrive in Portland. Tom’s reading now while I write, since we have so much waiting time to do.

Last night I slept from 11 AM - 5 PM, then woke up in a panic, all worried that I wouldn’t be able to return to sleep. However, I did get a few more hours between 8 PM - 11 PM.

It does seem that Kim’s gone back to work, so that’s good. If ever there was a time I was glad she prefers to live with her trash rather than dump it, it’s now. This way it’ll only be half full when we get back. I could see when I looked in back that she’s gone back to stockpiling her shit outside her door. That’s one lazy person not to be able to take her trash 20 steps to the dumpster!

Not that it hasn’t been costly and time-consuming enough to get ready for this cruise, but imagine if there were no computers! Then Tom wouldn’t have been able to stop the mail online or buy the tickets that way and check maps and things like that.

Monday we’ll be in The Bahamas, Wednesday in Puerto Rico, and Friday in the Grand Turk.