My Birthday, Indeed
Miriam wasn't lying about that, and today is indeed the day. Neither of us felt like facing the ordeal of another day on the road, so we opted to remain in Fayetteville till tomorrow.
The cats are most pleased not to be in carriers. And Miriam is sleeping a lot, perhaps coming down with a cold, alas.
Me: A room, a good book, a little beer, Miriam, and the three miscreants = a good birthday. I may be fat, old, and stupid, but I'm happy.
The odd twist to this tale is this: Purely based on Miriam's scanning of our AAA Guide, and on her desire for internet access and my sudden desire for a hotel with a pool, we wound up at the Best Western.
She stayed in the car with the kittens as I went in to book the room.
The moment I entered the lobby, I remembered. This hotel is the exact one where my first wife worked (before she and I married), way back ten years ago when I was working on my first MA and she was trying to finish up her BA. She worked here as a night auditor, and I would come out to keep her company and swim in the wee hours.
Very strange coincidence. A decade gone and here I am again.
--rorschach (not actually miriam)