Gloomy weather and general fatigue made our choice easy: T. and I went to see Mission Impossible 4 in Imax. It was all kinds of fun. I am not much of a Tom Cruise fan (in spite of a two-degree separation), finding him in general somewhere between boring and annoying, but something about the Mission Impossible movies negates his bad juju. Lots of car chases, prison fights, broken windows, nuclear bombs, crazy villains, and, for extra bonus points, Simon Pegg. Two thumbs up.
The other impossible mission of the day was to begin to fit our magically expanding pile of stuff into luggage for our last move of the trip. My suitcase is packed. Now I just need to find a place for my clothes for the next couple of days, my art supplies, my kitchen knives, my camera, and whatever else I’ve still got buried under Brent’s and T’s stuff. Then we get to fit all of us into yet another smaller space for the last two days before heading home.
The hotel has a hot tub. Just sayin’.