Not a particularly fortunate trip. First my credit card is declined (turned out someone attempted an unauthorized $360 sunglasses purchase) and so I can’t check into the hotel—which did get resolved—and now it appears that housekeeping spirited away my comfy flannel PJ pants which were intertwined with the bedsheets. I thought they didn’t change the sheets every day any more as a result of environmental consciousness! Woe.
This poem is relevant to my SPN interests.
This poem is relevant to my SPN interests.
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