As usual, I didn’t sleep well at on Wednesday night. I never do when I travel. But we got to the airport early, the security line was long and sucky because they only had 2 scanners open, and then I had lots of time before my flight. Bumpy ride, bad weather, blah blah blah… only to arrive in Philly to WONDERFUL weather – in the 70s! – a train that arrived minutes after I got to the platform, and just an all around good day.
I ate zucchini & scallops for dinner, and I have to admit, they were pretty good. Don’t tell Mike that I tried “new to me” foods, his feelings might be hurt. I still don’t care for the flavor of green beans though. Don’t know why, just don’t.
I slept well except for the weird dream about being at a horsetrack and leaving my camera bag behind when I went to a different seat. Of course, it was stolen. Weird. Way too vivid of a dream, and when I started to get upset about the stolen bag I actually told myself to wake up. So I did, the dream was over, and all was well again. My camera is sitting right next to me.
We are about to head into the city for lunch at DiBruno’s with Wendy (yeah!) and then I think we must go to the Mutter Museum. Medical oddities? How can a girl resist!?! I see lemon sorbet in my future too. Mmmmmm…