Oh my! What was that? At 7:00 am sharp, there cameth a knock on our door. I checked the calendar and it was not Santa Claus which left only one more possibility, coffee!
Mary, feeling guilty for her late night order, jumped up and met the nice man at the door. There was a loud shriek and some unintelligible Asian language and then footsteps running down the hallway. Shame on me, I forgot to tell Mary to put on her robe. The poor waiter is probably still hiding under his bed and will need psychiatric care for years to come.
We decided to let the kids roam around this morning or perhaps sleep in. We had our coffee (after calling the onboard doctor to make sure the poor waiter was OK). We put on our gym uniforms and went up to the 7th floor. There, we found a pair of treadmills next to each other. He did 2.6 MPH for over half an hour.
Looking at all the people on treadmills, I wrote a suggestion to the captain: He should tie those treadmills to the propellers and save a lot of fuel! No answer has come yet. Oh, I put Mark’s name on the suggestion!
We then went to the dining room and had breakfast.
More decisions!
