June ends badly
The last day of June was quite lazy, even by the standards of your intrepid blogger.
I dozed off the night before on the couch in my hotel room, finally heading to bed at 0035.
I slept. And slept. And slept. Every time I tried to get up, I went back to sleep. It wasn’t until 1630 I finally had the energy to move around a little bit.
All I had to do now was turn on the lights in the kitchen and living room and figure out what to do from there.
The lights in the kitchen and living room wouldn’t come on. The air conditioner, refrigerator, microwave and oven were working, but no lights, no television, no power to the desk, which meant my computer had no juice.
Meawhile, the lights in the bedroom and bathroom were all just fine. However, without the living room and kitchen, I couldn’t very well work or eat without stumbling around in the dark.
An hour after this discovery, I was told I would have to move to another room.
It wasn’t moving so much as it was having to pack my considerable belongings and move them down two floors. I hurriedly threw everything into one bag or another for transport, and given the short time I had, I risked losing a lot of things. I think I lost a pair of scissors in the move, but if that’s all I lost, I’m fortunate.
I did not leave the hotel at all, something very rare for me. At least I thought ahead the previous night and got extra Zaxby’s. Otherwise, I would have been in deep.
It would have done no good to go to Buffalo Wild Wings. All the people I know who work there were at a reception for two of their fellow employees who got married last month. Given my history with receptions, you couldn’t pay me enough to go to one. Besides, I played trivia for six consecutive days before that.
This trip to Kansas City has been lonely for me. I’m regretting it. I never thought I would want to hurry back to Russell, but this time, I do.