After a long day of driving, I am now comfortably ensconced in my luxurious, historic hotel in the middle of downtown Louisville were I am staying for a conference (on my department’s dime, might I add). I just devoured what was surely an extremely unhealthy meal from room service, and I’m about to watch the new episode of Lost on my giant flatscreen. Life is good.
If I hadn’t been so starving that I practically inhaled my dinner, I would have taken the time to photograph the teeny tiny bottles of ketchup and mustard and the small arrangement of two purple lilies on the tray. It was all very lovely but, like I said, unhealthy. The fries were beer-battered! BEER-BATTERED FRIES! You cannot even get a vegetarian French fry in Kentucky, can you? I blame Col. Sanders. (And yet I am continuing to nibble on them at this very moment! For shame!)
Anyway, my panel isn’t until Friday, so until then, I plan to be relaxing and enjoying other people’s work — my friends Deebeecooper, Emmabo, and Golightly are all presenting or reading here, too. For now, I am the only person in town, though, so it’s flatscreen time for me! It’s nice, every now and then, to enjoy the perks of my job.