Well, things took an interesting turn this morning, even before we’d gotten out of bed.

You know those things that sit on the bedside table in your hotel rooms? Those boxes with buttons and lights on them, and a weird microphone thingie with a cord attached? Well, I was awakened by a loud buzzing coming out of the box and the little red light was flashing. I picked up the microphone thingie, only to hear the sound of a woman speaking out of it.

Politely, she informed me that we needed to please move into another room… in another building… on the other side of the facility… before noon! While we don’t have much, we do have things that have to be repacked and moved back out to the car, and then back up another flight of stairs to the other room. The zinger, for us was, my husband needed to leave for classes within the next hour… so noon was just a fantasy.

I had all these delusions of grandeur about starting back to producing some good content for everyone, but that was a pipe dream. Oh well! There’s always tomorrow…

…Tomorrow, tomorrow… it’s only a day away…

Wait, what were we talking about?

Oh yeah, moving to another room. Oddly enough, there were some nice trade offs, in terms of having to move… again!

While I’ve lost the ottoman with wheels that slides across the floor, and the nice lap tray that comes with it, this room comes with a toaster. I’d bought all the supplies to make egg McMuffins when our adventure first began, only to find that our room didn’t come with a toaster. When I discovered one in the new room, it felt like we’d just one the lottery… well, more like a really nice door prize!

Speaking of winning the lottery, I bet my two house plants feel like they’ve certainly scored big time! Each one gets her own window to soak up the morning light. They must feel like they were born in a cave, but have now been delivered to the promise land.

Also, the laundry room and gym are now right next door, so it’s much more doable for me to carry laundry there, compared to back and forth across the entire parking lot.

To be honest, aside from disrupting my morning slightly, it was such a small inconvenience when one looks at the grand scheme of things. This was nothin! I got a brisk workout, and got a whole new clean motel room… lol!

The fact that other people keep cleaning for me, as well as laundering all our towels and bedding and taking out our garbage… is giving this girl a princess complex!

Is that a bad thing? Really… is it?