Kissum did our room one final time yesterday and gave us a bottle of champagne that had been left in another room. I drank a third of it. I was hoping she’d be the one to take care of us this last time around. She won’t be here Saturday, so that means someone else will get the honor of cleaning this room after we leave it and hauling out all the unwanted books I’m leaving behind. I hope it’ll be Prasaad. I just never liked her that much at all.

I went down to give Michelle some outgoing mail and told her about the new place. She said she’d miss seeing us around and that we’ve been such good guests. I told her to feel free to keep in touch since she’s got my email, but I don’t expect her to. After all, we won’t exactly be close by.

I emailed Satish and filled him in, too. I thanked him for letting me go off on him for waking me up and putting up with me clogging his drains and wished him luck if he ever changed his mind about buying a new house.

While others come and go more seldom, the end room still comes and goes quite a bit. It’s nice to be able to hear it only from a distance and to know they couldn’t wake me up. They’d have to really slam the hell out of the door to do that, but in just two days no one should wake me up unless it’s a visitor! Hopefully, that won’t happen too often, but when it does, the bulk of the visitors should be Maryann or Jesse. I can’t imagine sales or religious fanatics going out there.

Yesterday I was surprised with an email from Incense Galore saying the incense had been shipped. That was fast! Now it’ll be interesting enough to see how badly they fucked it up.

The only ones I’m a little worried about right now are the Spa Finder people. They’re claiming they haven’t gotten the GC. I told Tom it’s no wonder they stress sending certified mail; so they can say they never got it and save money. But Tom says it’ll get there soon enough and I’ll get the beauty baskets. I hope so because first class mail shouldn’t take a week.

Our timing for getting out of this damn motel is perfect! For the third time since we’ve been here, they’ll be conducting their “annual” fire inspection next week when my schedule will be rolling onto nights. Wow, their years are short! I swear this place is worse than apartments at times. There’s always something going on here. Today was the fourth time someone knocked on this door that wasn’t related to housekeeping and we haven’t even been in this room for a month.