… Fuck daylight saving time, is the lesson you should be drawing here. Also, first floor room. So please do not figure out where I am and come stare creepily into my window.
Oh, and the books haven’t shipped yet, either.
Tag: hotel rooms
On the hotel
The hotel is somewhat suspect.
This is the pool. You may notice that it is in the middle of the damn lobby, which means the entire hotel smells strongly of chlorine. There is a reason most hotels do not do this even above and beyond the ABSOLUTELY EVERYONE CAN WATCH ME SWIM aspect.
This is the rest of the lobby. It’s a big nothing.
The view from my door. No, not my window– my door, because apparently for $10 less, you can book the motel rooms at the hotel, which our travel agency did, which had my boss spitting nails. I look out over the parking lot.
Whee.
The drive down was fairly pleasant, and I ate well in Louisville. Kentucky gets very dark at night.
I’m going to bed now.
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