A wet, wet day. I got soaked -- all the way down to my underwear (TMI) -- in the morning on the walk back from visiting my friend's daughter and her family, and dried my clothes by hanging them up in the shower and ironing them dry. I'm not a frequent ironer, and I had trouble taking down the ironing board. I had a vision of breaking the locking mechanism and having to pay for a new ironing board when I checked out. I turned the board upside down and finally figured out the process, but not before hitting myself in the chin with one of the feet.
Got the clothes dry and dressed to go out on my planned hop on-hop off bus tour. It was raining so hard that I decided to have a bite of lunch at Tim Horton's, just off the lobby of the hotel. By this time, my throat was getting quite sore, so I had a cup of hot broccoli cheddar soup for lunch, hoping that it would soothe the pain, which it did, even though the soup itself wasn't very good.
Time for Plan B. I could see the Canadian War Museum from my room, and would normally have walked, but decided to take a cab. A very good idea, because it was raining hard by then, and I wasn't too keen on visiting a museum soaking wet.
I did walk home though, and for the second time that day, I was wet, cold and miserable.
