Today is the final day of my conference, and I am more than ready to go home. Wednesday night, I got a touch of food poisoning—at least I think that’s what it was—from the sushi place where we had dinner. Yesterday was a rough one. I went to one session and managed to get lunch with some friends, but that feeling of “better” quickly disappeared. I ended up back in my room for the rest of the afternoon and skipped dinner entirely.
This morning, I’ll repack my bags, get dressed, and head down for breakfast. I’m a little aggravated that this hotel doesn’t start serving breakfast until 7 a.m. I like to eat shortly after I get up, and it’s not like their breakfast is anything to write home about anyway.
I’ve got several sessions to attend today and a closing lunch before we head home. Last year, my coworker decided to skip the closing lunch and drive back early. I’m hoping we do the same today.
Isabella will no doubt have plenty to say when I walk in the door. She’s always very vocal when I’ve been away and disrupted her routine. Some cats pout or act mad when you come home, but not Isabella—she’s just happy to see me. And honestly, I’ll be just as happy to see her.
I haven’t posted one in a while, so here’s an Isabella Pic of the Week:
5 comments:
There's a job opening at the Philadelphia Museum of Art.
Thanks, I’ll look into it.
Go, Joe, go.
To eat healthily , eat French !
O la dieta Mediterránea española, es la mejor
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