Squeaky Clean

I’ve resumed my life on the road after being home for several weeks during the holidays.

The isolation and loneliness of the hotel room at night seem greater than last year. I found myself sitting in my hotel room, working on my homework, and wondering just how I manage to do this all the time. Soon I may resort to bringing finger puppets with me for a little extra conversation and entertainment.

Somehow I managed to schedule both a dentist appointment and a doctor appointment on my day off, the MLK holiday. I was violated (and squeaky clean) at both ends prior to 10AM.