Not the day I expected… but it’s my own fault.
Nothing like getting a call from the Front Desk at 12:30pm asking when we were planning on checking out. Tomorrow? No — today, and we are past due.
Yes, I read the reservation wrong. And the boys were on a cheesecake run, thank goodness Rich had his mother’s cell phone with him so I could turn them around.
In 35 minutes we got the place packed up and cleaned up (well, at least the dishes in the dishwasher). Whew!
New plan. A service call followed by dinner with Raf instead of the boys. Nice lamb chops (the same ones we were planning on at Birch Bay) followed by a mellow evening of trying to catch up the work I was going to do in the afternoon, and a little mindless TV watching.
At least now I’ll be in town for tomorrow’s marketing meeting.
And joy of joys — I didn’t have to drive in either direction!
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Don’t fret….we had a very nice 4-night stay. You just owe me lamb chops!
Did you want it dated today or yesterday? Hmmm!