Escondido. Fred buys himself a hot tub for Christmas.
011126.1752 Dalton’s Roadhouse
So today I went on a wild spending spree, and I only actually bought one thing: a hot tub. $1300 it cost me, and they’re delivering it on Saturday morning, so by the evening I should be toasty. No, it’s not an ofuro, but it’s only a two person, about 100 gallons. Better to get Christmas presents for myself.
I also joined an internet dating service. No responses yet, but it’s only been a day; we’ll see if it’s worth the bother. There seem to be a fair number of lassies in San Diego tho.
011201 — Terrific Pacific Brewery, Pacific Beach
I feel especially productive today. Last night I built a whole bunch of web pages for photos; probably only 40 recent photos or so but it makes me feel as if I’ve done something. And so I sent out a notice to everyone I could find on my mailing list letting them know.
And as we wait my new hot tub is bringing itself up to temperature, I hope — tho it may not be done by the time I get home tonight.
Last night I made banana nut bread; I should have given the whole remaining loaf to the spa guy instead of just the couple of huge slices. Am I obligated to tip the spa delivery guy? Or the TV delivery guys? I guess I probably should.
Hope that hot tub works out; I’m already expecting a huge boost in my power bill. But worth it if I can come home and soak. Almost considered putting it inside.