DAY FIVE AND SIX: HOME AT LAST

                     

Because of all the track work, our two trains didn’t connect.  We had to stay overnight in LA.  G first picked a hotel that had a 1980’s bedspread on the bed.  It influenced my whole opinion of the place.  Not clean.  He kindly picked another which was even closer to LA Union Station and looked very, very clean.

When we got there, we found it odd but sparklingly clean.  Again, like Powell’s books, several buildings had been hooked together to make the hotel.  Our room had little jigs and jogs were rooms shouldn’t.  But everything but the sink faucet worked.  Best of all, the bed was comfortable.  Only as we left did we discover this mom and pop shop was affiliated with Wyndham Hotels.

Breakfast there.  Taxi right on time.  Again a ride from the front of the station to the first class lounge.  Smooth easy.  Everything was comfortable, new, and folks seemed to care that you were there to ride the train.  What a difference from flying.  Time is the only problem.

Munchies on the train.  Home was a taxi ride from the station.  I collapsed into the arms of my pillows while G went off to chair a meeting.

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TODAY:

• Himself:  Work easing off.  He’s glad to be home.

Herself:  So very glad to be back in the pool.  I seem to have recovered from that burp where I lost myself.

Reading:  Still the Queen.

Captain Poolie:  They got her up twice yesterday.  Her dizziness is abating.

Gratitude’s:  That someone we know send a really nice message.