Got on a scale today. Gained three pounds. Three pounds in three weeks, which means after the 50-week trip I'll be 50 pounds heavier. I blame Maine's delicious homemade pies and Vermont's rich homemade ice cream.
No diary entries this week. No time. The week started off bad with terrible rainstorms -- the kind that hurt because the rain is coming down so heavy and hard -- which made the Witch Museum even more depressing. Haunting. Don't know why but the place really bothered me. I guess because the tales are true.
After that, the week took a turn for the worse with broken autos, broken technology and broken spirits. Ate lousy "to go" types of food on the run. Got the flu, too. Tired, angry, discouraged. But weather is better now. Like summer. Quite different from the snowstorms last week in Vermont. Perhaps that's how we got the flu, going from Ice storms to summer sweats.