Capitolist Intentions

It's almost warm enough to sit in the room without a parka on. Almost. The heater's been running at full blast for almost ten hours now, supposedly. Except that it's really old school. The left half of the grill is putting out really hot air, but the fan isn't blowing. On the right side the air is freezing but the fan's strong enough to top off a bad hairpiece. 

So what's a resourceful young couple to do? Well, if you'd grown up in Montana you'd know that you take the extra comforter (because the hotel was deluged with weary travelers and totally out of one-bed rooms) and wrap it around the side of the heater in a way that redirected the power of the fan on the right through the hot air on the left. That's why I married her, after all. My contribution was to take the in-room blow drier and point it at my feet. 

Now that we've reached our .08 limit (that's caffeine, not alcohol), it's time to hit the road. We ran into a bit of bad weather yesterday halfway across Indiana. Freezing rain sucks, because not only is it really freakin' cold outside, but even with the defrost on at full bore the window froze, ice creeping in from the edges. One of the wipers got caught on a chunk of ice and flipped over so the blade wasn't on the window anymore; fortunately it was the passenger side. So that's the first order of business today-- new wiper blades. And the heaviest-duty defrosting window washing fluid I can get my hands on. 

Dayton, Ohio isn't much of a tourist trap. They failed that one. 

Sorry for the lack of links and pictures. This hotel's wireless access is spotty at best. We'll be at Greg & Heather's tonight so expect a big update this evening. Cheerio!