Back to Bogard road and our hotel and pending BED.<\/p>\n
We got in and the young lady who was running the hotel was behind. But she kindly gave us a room that was<\/em> ready to be occupied instead of the one the computer had assigned us.<\/p>\n A key…metal and on a chain…was given to us and we entered our room rolling our bags behind us.<\/p>\n The room was better than I would have thought. We had a whole little kitchen, fridge, oven and all.<\/p>\n “Look!” I said to Chris. “We have three closets!”<\/p>\n “Why would you need three closets?” he wondered.<\/p>\n “Well, you need a place to hang your moose!”<\/a><\/p>\n Chris, my clean-cat husband, went to shower after the world’s longest day. I collapsed on the bed. The joy of soft horizontality seeped into my muscles and bones for a good ten minutes. Then I realized my skin needed a rest too, and I hoisted my weary bones up to find my satin jammies.<\/p>\n THEN, approximately 30 hours since I last\u00a0slept in a bed,\u00a0I fell wholly asleep.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Back to Bogard road and our hotel and pending BED. We got in and the young lady who was running the hotel was behind. But she kindly gave us a room that was ready to be occupied instead of the … Continue reading