Today was weird. Got a bit of a late start. Had some headwinds.
We went to an ice cream shop (oh, excuse me, it was an Olde Fashioned Ice Cream Shoppe), where a nice lady gingerly balanced a few tablespoons of ice cream atop a plain old cake cone and charged us $2.25 for it.
Plans to meet a friend of Jamie and Jeremy fell through, after we booked it to Bowling Green.
But our very hospitable hosts got us pizza, tomato bread, and stuffed breadsticks for dinner.
I'm really tired.
$2.25 ice cream