i swear i do not have the h1n1…
This isn't going to be a long post. My brain isn't working right. As mentioned in the subject line, I do not have the h1n1 however I do have something and that something has rendered me useless since Thursday morning. We got to Cape Cod late Wednesday and we had the whole of Thursday with no plans for anything. It was a beautiful day that I enjoyed for nary a moment. It started with a swollen sore throat first thing when I got up. That lingered for the day. The next morning I woke up with the sore throat gone, but the full-on congested head cold in effect. And if you remember from previous posts, we had a wedding in Maine to go to. I still had some optimism at this point, so Alex and I packed up the car and drove off north. In retrospect this was probably a mistake. Alas, it didn't kill me so it didn't hurt to try. We ended up staying the night that night but then leaving after the reception the next day as opposed to staying an extra night for the post-wedding partying. So now I am back in Cape Cod and convalescing. And if you're going to be convalescing, this is a great place to be doing it. Now, I just need need to kick this cold before I have to get on a plane. Please do not send me your remedies. I promise you it is all hogwash.
pay no attention to the man behind the curtain
There's some weird stuff that goes on in Minneapolis hotels. Here's a picture of our ordinary-seeming eighth-floor hotel room:
Ordinary, right?
But let's check out the view out the window.
Wait, a door? Up here?
Now that ain't right. What could possibly be out there?
Now that ain't right
A whole 'nuther room, attached to two hotel rooms, suspended over the lobby and ballrooms, comfortably appointed, and containing a mysterious door (locked) on the other side. Even worse was the trail of stains leading away from the window-door of the adjoining hotel room. Michelle thinks it's a rape hall. I'm convinced it's a Lovecraftian chamber of unspeakable weirdness allowing access for an ancient and unnameable cult of Vikings and cheese curds.
--AP
michelle made a friend in an ohio truck stop
It's a pony!
(Sorry for the delay. I fell asleep last night. It was a long day and even Michelle's impressive nagging skills couldn't keep me at it. All the pictures from the past week are now uploaded and should flow like manure when the travel lightens.)
--AP


