Sundays tend to be my day off for the week. So all the loads of laundry, errands around town, trips to the mall, watching football (or baseball playoffs for a little longer), reading books and magazines, and any other non-bank related activity all get crammed into a 24 hour period.
And it makes for one gloriously human day. One day to not think about the bank (too much), and live something like all those "regular people" I keep hearing so much about. Maybe I'll meet one of them some day.
After spending Thanksgiving with the fam next month, it looks like I'll be returning to the northeast for a little while. Probably somewhere in Pennsylvania or New York, possibly Maryland. Just in time for winter. Yay. On the one hand, the idea of giving up the hotel room life is looking more and more appealing every week. But on the other hand, this move allows me to save more money. So it's win-win either way, I guess.
This is one of those classic "no news" blog entries. The maid staff can't seem to figure out how to make my bed. Yesterday they left a bottle of spray cleaner in my bathroom, and yet they just HAVE to remove and replace my hand soap. I'm booked here for something like 45 days...is there a reason I can't use the same hand soap for more than 24 hours? Oh, and they always want to move around my toiletries. Look Hazel, hands off my toothbrush and deodorant...I put them where I want them. It's not like I left water or toothpaste all over the counter or something...I think it'll be okay to not get wiped down today. So yeah, they got the day off from room 222 today.
I haven't talked about music in a while. Nightswimming is on, and it's only one of the most beautiful songs of all time. Even if you're not an R.E.M. fan, you should check it out. Also, anything by Josh Rouse. You could start with Under the Cold Blue Stars like I did early this decade. I also just picked up a two disc collection of his - The Best of the Rykodisc Years - that hits the highlights of his five releases off that label. A good enough introduction I'm sure, but I'm using it to get better versed in his early work. My personal favorites from his catalog include Under the Cold Blue Stars, Michigan, Dressed Up Like Nebraska, Winter in the Hamptons, Feeling No Pain...I really could go on, but I'll stop for now.
Good luck with your Sundays, everyone. Time for a shower so I can get started on mine. Better late than never at 2:51 cst.
It dawns on me that Better Late Than Never would make a great title for the biography that no one's going to write when I'm gone.