Tonight I’m dining at a Mexican restaurant in Aberdeen, elevation 25′. My motel room is just a block away from where I’m dining and my first job tomorrow is two blocks away. I guess it’s a natural response for someone who often has a 6-hour commute ONE WAY to their job.
I’m certain that tonight’s motel room will be better than the one I stayed at last night in Federal Way. About an hour after I was tucked in for the night with all my stuffed animals surrounding me to keep me company, and my 2500- candlepower ‘Tooth-Fairy’ night light bravely burning beside me, I discovered that what had appeared to be a thermostat on the room’s heater actually functioned as a simple manually-controlled On-Off switch. This caused me to sleep until I was “Too”. Too hot, wake up feeling queezy and turn the volcanic steam vent off. Go back to bed. Finally drift off to sleep in a puddle of sweat, only to wake up an hour later shivering on top of a sheet of ice. Too cold. Get up shivering and start up the heater. Repeat. During one of these laps in the wee hours I heard someone pounding on the exterior door of the room next to me. This went on for at least 5 minutes. (I know this is wicked of me, but I hope he bruised his knuckles.) I failed to mention that I had rejected the first room I was assigned because the bed hadn’t been made. I don’t think I’ll be staying there again during this century.
Gotta get some sleep now. Love ya!