Some of the curbs have metal

When I awoke first, it was 10:30am and I was pissed. I’d hoped for 1:30pm. After attempting more sleep for about an hour, I determined that I craved coffee. We had emptied our hotel room’s supply of coffee packets around midday yesterday and so the coffee would need to come from beyond the hotel room door. Suddenly I intensely regretted not having packed flip-flops: the … Continue reading Some of the curbs have metal