Still on birthday vacation and the place we're staying at serves a lot of horrible food. I couldn't even figure out last night, as we ate the slop, what in the world the "beef and vegetable barley soup" tasted so awfully of - rotten celery? I got a lousy Caesar salad (just limp lettuce on a plate with stale croutons, a slice of gummy garlic bread and some lackadaisical dressing with cheese), a cup of gritty clam chowder (which, I will admit, at least tasted as I expected it to) and a bowl of the aforementioned beef-free beef and vegetable soup. Total bill was over $20!!

Word count to date = 5,903

Things are inching along like a worm though compost. Slimy, unpleasant, eating up garbage and pooping out dirt which, at least, can be used to grow something pleasant. Man, that metaphor is more apt than I expected. I should call this blog "The Merry Exploits of a Garbage Writer."

I did an anagram of my name to pass the time. I came up with "Has a trash bar," or "Shat a bra rash." Ha. I like the first one..