Since September of last year, I've spent 20 nights in hotel rooms, amassed 2400 frequent flier miles, 5000 Star Points, along with an assortment of other "club" points that I can't keep track of, and even -- much to my surprise -- had my jewelry returned to me after forgetting to pack it during one hotel stay.
It's good to be back home.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
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Wow! Hardly anyone returns forgotten jewelry. Welcome home :)
ReplyDeleteThat is a lot of travel. The last time I had to go out of town for work I damn near lost my mind. It was COLD (negative degrees) and I had no car so I couldn't walk anywhere. I loved coming home after than. :)
ReplyDeleteIt must be great to be home. Hotel rooms are lonely, horrible places.
ReplyDeleteLiving out of suitcases is not glamorous...alone, that is.
ReplyDeleteAnd it is the weekend as well. Welcome home, where the smoke that drifts through the sky has the same aroma to remind you of where you are and why you like to be there:p
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