Waffles.

There’s some kind of fancy make yourself a waffle grill at this hotel. The downside was “Breakfast Syrup,” aka sort of maple-flavored corn syrup. Alas, I miss the sugary, sappy maples of home.

Can’t decide what today is all about. Do I blaze through Indiana, Illinois and Missouri? Or, do I maybe detour over to Kentucky, because Louisville is so damn close to Indianapolis?

I do think I have to buy something checkered or NASCARed over by the Raceway Park.

Choices. With waffles in my belly, all things are possible in this the best of all possible worlds.

I guess for sure I will buy new wiper blades, what with today’s snow and all. (The weather on the news last night warned: There might be a full inch of accumulation. Pussies.)