Falling behind...

I fell asleep without meaning to at around 9 pm last night (lying down will do that to you), and woke up a little after midnight with a hankering for a soda. I pulled on a tee shirt and shorts, grabbed my key card and a couple of bucks, and went out to the vending area.

With soda in hand, I returned to the room only to find the card did not work.

Stuff happens.

So I hied myself to the night window and the woman there reprogrammed my card. I went back to the room only to find the card did not work.

I'll spare you the details of the subsequent trips to the night window, back to my room, and back to the night window. The woman finally grabbed the master key card and went back to the room with me. My cards still did not work, but hers did (thank goodness).

Of course, by this time, any sleep that was lingering on the edge of my consciousness had dissipated, so I did some reading.

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I hit the road at 7:30 am this morning and tried to configure Waze to take me through Austin via Highway 290 (which I had determined was the best route into Houston) instead of straight on in via I-10, but ended up on State Highway 71 (if memory serves), which would eventually take me back to I-10, so I consciously deviated from the decreed route, whereupon Waze went catatonic on me, remaining quiet until I returned to T-Mobile country close to Houston, by which time I really didn't need the app.

Believe me, it was good to get home.

Cheers...