Pipes, they're all the rave lately.

I'm still living in a hotel, 2 days after I thought I'd be reclining on my couch, stella in hand watching more mythbusters than I could bear, but instead I'm "on vacation" :)

I would have been home yesterday, but the night before last another pipe in the other building burst. Understandably, my doubts about the quality of the craftsmanship of the building are mounting.

Even though It feels great to be back in the city, I can't help but feel in residential limbo. I can't go into my kitchen and make whatever I want, I can't ... Though for that feeling of limbo, there is the off setting feeling that I'm on Vacation.

I could definitely get used to never having to make up my room, never having to cook or clean. I also enjoy the "Good morning Mr. F ...", "Hello Mr. F...", "Would you like anything else Mr. F...?", even if more often than not they call me Mr. Furry. It's like an unasked for transitional aid from Life with the Folks to life on my own. But Soon I'll be back home, with new paint and new carpet... tomorrow just can't come soon enough, even if I love being a tourist.

My only real complaint: Getting up for work at 630am is definitely going to take some getting used to.

My real triumph: I've battled this cold into non-existence... finally :)