The Dream-Day 29

On Thursday, I worked out at the PGA Resort gym and then my father sweet-talked the manager into bringing a spin bike into the hallway so I could get in a ride.  Remember, this is FL, the land of gripey seniors that make a stink that the wind is blowing from the East because they prefer it coming from some other direction. So, suffice it to say, no way was Dad going to be denied. Sorry about the sweaty carpet.