touring emory and home (lyn)

The day begins cold and damp.  We eat a disappointing free breakfast at the hotel.  Missing are English muffins, yogurt, fruit, and whole wheat bread.  Present are Danish, bagels, and biscuits.  I eat half a bagel with cream cheese and a cup of coffee.  Zelia eats nothing.

We take the hotel van over to Emory.  It’s a big school.  Pretty.  Impressive academic program.  Nice mix of kids.  Near a large city.  Maybe it’s the weather, or maybe it’s the weak presentation, but none of us have that warm and fuzzy feeling we’ve felt at other schools.  


After the information session and tour we end up at the bookstore and student union.  Lunch here is an all-you-can-eat buffet.  I eat wisely and well.  A salad and vegetables prepared in a large wok.  It’s filling and healthy.

We drive to the airport and fly home.  It’s all uneventful, just as flying should be.

It feels good to be home.  I consider skipping my weight watchers meeting tomorrow but decide that’s cowardly.  I brazenly have a slice of pizza for dinner and about five of Alexander’s french fries.   Why not?  Tomorrow begins a new week of counting points.