Make Every Journey Rewarding: I’m Sorry

Our first of three hotels rooms

“The damage that that has done to my back is irreversible and still felt today, but totally worth it. ”

I had The Reverend Al Green and Link in my car and though they were not asleep, they didn’t make a sound the two-hour drive up. I did have to hold Link in my lap, supporting his chin and front beans with my left forearm the entire time. The damage that that has done to my back is irreversible and still felt today, but totally worth it.

“The Reverend Al Green waited in the car quietly contemplating how much more time he would give me before he lost his shit. ”

Mike pulled up beside me as I arrived at the hotel, and I carried Link to the front desk with me while The Reverend Al Green waited in the car quietly contemplating how much more time he would give me before he lost his shit.

The Reverend Al Green quietly contemplating

At 8:30 PM two days before I started my new job in a new city with three animals apparently impervious to sedation and one pretty good boyfriend, I was informed that the room that we had reserved for our two-month stay, a suite that would (barely) accommodate all of the aforementioned family members and myself, was not yet ready. Deflated, I looked at Emma, the 20 year old front desk agent who has since become my surrogate parent, granting me clean towels and rolls of toilet paper I haven’t earned when I ask nicely, and sadly said, “But… okay.” And she smiled, nodded pitifully at me and said, “I know. I’m sorry.”

Then, we moved our boys into a double-queen and spent the next two hours unloading the car. And by “we” I mean Mike because he’d once again relegated me in my delicate temperament to “watching The Boys” while he unloaded everything and I silently died inside thinking about how we’d have to “sedate” and capture them all again the night before I started my new job and move them to a second location in the hotel across from the Arby’s.