View from my Hotel Window: Indianapolis, IN

Not hard to find me, I suppose, especially since I posted a map yesterday! Please don’t hunt me down.

I’m back (also, I left)

I actually missed a day of iLEARN on Friday, as my wife’s aunt passed away; funerals are genuinely just about the only reason I can see myself taking a standardized testing day (especially a math standardized testing day) off, and, well, it happened. Yesterday and today I was in Chicago at my nephew’s birthday party. I have discovered something about my brother that has changed since he married his wife: if he describes something as a party, I am to take that shit seriously, and assume that it’s not going to be six family members I’ve already met. It’s gonna be twenty people and a bunch of kids and since I officiated his wedding they’re all gonna come up to me and go hey, nice to see you again, how have you been? and because I’m a social coward I’m not going to look any of these epos in the eye and dare them to produce my name.

(Everyone was perfectly nice, to be clear; her family is great, as far as I can tell; my brother married very well. That said I was not prepared for a ton of loud noise and adult mingling.)

Anyway, the point is my ass is tired, and on top of all this there’s some other shit going on where either I am a colossal idiot or my doctors have been seriously misleading me. All of this has eaten up all available headspace that I’ve got at the moment, and I still need to put lesson plans together for tomorrow, and after that I’m going to bed. My own bed. Granted, hearing the phrase “We’ve upgraded you to the presidential suite” Saturday night was pretty cool, but not cool enough that I took any pictures, and my bed is always better than a hotel bed.

So, yeah. I’m home. And I’m tired. How’re you? Anyone want to recommend any low-carb meals by any chance?

View from My Hotel Window: South Bend, IN

Why, you might ask, do I have a hotel room in the town I actually live in?

Because I have been sick and gross for two days, and our hot water heater shit the bed on Saturday. I determined today that I do not actually possess the necessary willpower to take an ice-cold shower and I am gross as hell right now.

So did I get a hotel room just to have somewhere to take a hot shower? Yes. Yes, I did. I considered asking my dad for shelter but I want to come back here before work tomorrow to shower again, and his place is too far out of the way to make that work, whereas the hotel is literally three minutes from my front door.

We do not, to be clear, intend to sleep here tonight. I have paid to rent the bathroom, basically. I don’t care about the beds.

This is, in fact, the entire reason I have a savings account. To deal with bullshit when it happens. And bullshit has been dealt with.

The View from my Hotel Window: Lake Zurich, IL

Not too bad. I’m TIRED.

The view from my hotel window: South Bend, IN

It ain’t much, and it’s mostly my reflection, but the room has wi-fi and heat, neither of which my actual house has, nor will it until late tomorrow morning at the earliest and possibly not until Monday afternoon.

So. Here we are.

WHAT THE FUCK

Okay normally I post a hotel window view picture but HOW IS THIS A HALLWAY

The view from my (new) hotel window: Kokomo, IN!

Tomorrow! 10-5! Kokomo Event and Conference Center, booth #44! Come say hi!

Also, nice view.

HELLO, KOKOMO: The View from the Couch in the Living Room

I was not expecting an actual suite.  I not only got that, there’s a balcony!

Also, I’m in Booth 82.  Last-minute change.