We spent a couple of nights in the Days Inn.
And then early morning hours in a small hospital waiting room lit by Coke and candy machines. That was the night my mom’s blood pressure was whack. My sister swiped a couple pillows off a stretcher in a hallway and cleaned them with her always-present disinfectant. We created two “beds” from the four small two-seaters and dozed all curled and crooked. A security guard woke us about 5 a.m. to tell us about the Days Inn down the road. Not that we were really asleep. And yes, we know.
But tonight we have moved.
I’m posting at The Barn Door today. Meet me there for the rest of the story.