I’m currently out of town for a funeral, but it’s my day to blog, so I dutifully dragged along my laptop. But last night, sitting hunched up on a mattress that would challenge a quarry in the comfort category, I realized the hotel’s connection was not the stellar sort that would allow me to post pictures. Now I’m not one who is unused to internet problems, so I thought I’d wait a couple hours and try again. (See where this is going?) A couple hours turned into most of the night and voila, it’s five in the morning and I don’t have a blog.
Blurry eyed and a little sweary (sweary is actually a bonafied word in my family--sometimes we have entire days devoted to swearing--this is likely to be one of those) I try again. The connection’s even worse. So I stumble out to the front desk carrying my laptop like a croupy infant only to find there’s NO connection out here. However, there are options available; I just need a password. Not to be stymied, I hobble to the desk for said password but… there’s a sign that states the night attendant has hustled off to another hotel to set up for breakfast. That’s right. Apparently the state of North Dakota only has one person qualified to be considered a night attendant. Thus I sit here alone, watching the dawn arrive (North Dakota’s dawn, by the by, is much more impressive than its selection of night attendants) and feeling terrible that I’ve neglected my duties. So I’m curled up on the couch in my pajamas waiting for someone to show up and save me from my transgressions.
Hence, my question to you is this: Are you one of those people who believes that sometimes the universe is trying to tell you something (such as, this is one of those days when blogs should not be written) or are you someone who bulls her way through and makes things happen no matter the circumstances?
Ahh look, the lauded night attendant. Happy Friday everyone.