Usually, shortly after Labor Day, I start getting antsy for fall. And, I go on a “fall quest”. Looking for red leaves and anything pumpkin spice. Pumpkin spice shows up first. But, today – red leaves. And it’s only half past August.
There is always something to fuss about here at The Asylum. My favorite is the food. Others care about the height of the toilets in the public areas.
I got a reality check about the food yesterday. There is a gentleman who lives on my floor. His wife lives in a similar (but more costly) asylum in DC. They take turns sleeping over at each other’s apartments. Last night I asked the wife, “Which place has the best food?” With no hesitation, she said, “Here.” OK. Message received. Accept and Adapt.