We're Doomed, Captain, Dooooomed I tell you...

So, today I moved out of the Hilton (I was fed up doing my Bill Murray impersonation, and Scarlett didn't show). 

I went down to pick up a car at Avis, having signed up for the entirely acceptable Ford Blah. They didn't have one, so I got bumped up to a new Subaru Outback, which is a four by four and what I think they call an SUV. Me like (usual interval of getting in the wrong door, trying to use my left foot to do something, and trying to drive in the out door of the parking garage. 

Drove it to the flat (sorry, apartment) and it's FUCKING HUGE. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, easily 20 foot high. Probably closer to 30'. 

The internet works, it has a pool and gym, if I can find a nearby supermarket to fill my FUCKING HUGE American fridge, I might never go home again. 

Yesterday I was one of the little people, scraping by in the Hilton, and now I'm a one percenter...

Blog before bedtime...

Though actually I'm in bed. I braved the Providence rush-hour and took Susie (I have decided, after anthrokeight 's earlier comment that my Subaru is called Susie, and she is Not To Be Trifled With) across the city to a supermarket. This was called Target, and I was slightly disappointed that it wasn't as big as I'd expected - the size of a big Tesco. Still, it had most things I really needed for moving into an apartment for 3 weeks - swimming goggles, an in car charger for my iPhone, sports socks. I did forget a couple of things - washing up liquid, dishwasher tablets, a towel (they have towels here, but they are puny towels). I did buy bread, pasta, cereal, ham, cheese, a pizza, marmalade, milk and sundry other useful things. This place also seems to have a kettle, so I can have real tea with breakfast tomorrow. 

I left it too late to swim tonight (the pool shuts at eight) but managed a good 30 minutes in the gym. I'll hit the pool early tomorrow (my eight o'clock call has been cancelled, so not stupidly early) and find out if it's crawling (pardon the pun) with fast-stroking yuppies. My fellow tenants all resemble extras from the West Wing, and are given to rushing about looking perfect. I guess what they really need here is a sun-burned version of Shrek. I will endeavour to please.

OK, light out - I seem to have established my UK sleep cycle again, which is both reassuring and a bit rubbish. I liked being exhausted by 10 and up by six...