f4f3 | 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...