Morning has broken and I find myself in a hotel room in Lafayette, Indiana. Well, okay, so it was a little after morning broke (let’s just say a couple of hours). I set the alarm for 8:30 a.m. because the Contintental breakfast ended here at 9 a.m.

I’m sure I was quite a site as I went downstairs to the breakfast area. Yet, I really didn’t care what I looked like. I was following my nose, which deciphers the scent of freshly brewed coffee and leads me to the site of my morning salvation.

“Good morning, would you like a waffle?” This from the kind and considerate worker at the hotel.

Uh, no. I can’t even function right now, can barely see two feet in front of me. Please don’t ask me any more questions. That’s what I wanted to say.

“No, thank you.” Is what I did say.

I’m road weary and emotionally drained this morning. But I will press on.

I grabbed a bagel and cream cheese along with the coffee, and headed back upstairs to shower and pack yet again.

After the shower, I realized that I had left my hairbrush in the car. YIKES! The people of Lafayette would have been stunned had they seen this view of me. I probably won’t be coming back here any time soon, so I ran my fingers through the mop of hair on my head and did the best I could with it. It still looks like a mop is sitting on top of me. A wet, ragged, old mop. Oh well, that’s the story.

I just went to put the bagel in the microwave and realized that I failed to acquire a knife or any other utensil during my  “pre-caffeine” excursion to the breakfast area earlier.  So I cannot cut the bagel, nor can I spread the cream cheese on it! I will forgo breakfast, which of course, for me, is almost a mortal sin.

Again, I press on, still trying to stay positive. In a few hours I will be with my cousin and her wonderful family. Everything may not be alright, but I will be safe. And that’s a huge start for me.