What does, what doesn't

Being automatically offered two room keys at the hotel desk - no tears.  End of Terminator Salvation (which Jerry and I watched before, some time earlier this year, and weren't too excited by) - tears.  There is just no telling.

So I went out and got food.  I'm now remembering, 11 years since it was basically last an issue, that I hate going and sitting in restaurants by myself.  Financially that probably did me a lot of good when I lived in Manhattan.  But anyway, I Nuvi'd a Burger King, wondering if all Burger Kings have veggie burgers now, and maybe they all don't, but the one on Preston Highway in Louisville, KY does, and they don't even turn them into hockey pucks, the way the Burger King at BNA does - so that worked out, I was able to get the food and bring it back here to the safety and sadness of my hotel room.

I also got gas - made it from Algonquin to here on 3/4 of a tank, probably getting lousy (lousier) gas mileage due to my lead-footedness, but willing to trade low gas mileage for a quicker arrival.

Tired.  I miss my honey.