Whither?

Short but intense climbing session with a friend whose energy and fitness levels border on the legendary; she was a bit under the weather, though, so we werre closer in potential than usual. Fair amount of political talk in the gym, Obama-prone. If he gets the nod, I'll vote for him, but I still feel as many warnings clanging about him as I do about Clinton. One of his biggest sources of campaign moolah is from a nuclear power company, Exelon, for which he caved. I don't like his overly religious tone, he's made bizarre statements about needing all kinds of religions on Capitol Hill to bring back morality and decency, not a given with so-called religious folks. He had a rabid homo bigot campaigning for him. He's been not so subtly mysogynistic towards Clinton. Hobson's choice, as usual.
Ventured out into the increasingly inhospitable evening weather, looking for some spicy food to warm our innards; got skunked out of the first place, line coming almost out the door. So we kept on walking, longer than initially envisioned, but eventually we found a hospitable place. The uphill return journey put the final flourish on tiredness.