Today.
Administrative minutiae.
Stuff you need to do before abandoning ship for 8 weeks.
Old people stuff, like being sure you have enough drugs.
Stuff that didn’t need doing, like printing copies of every reservation.
And I don’t even have a printer anymore.
Things were happening at the Asylum today while I was rearranging those damn deck chairs on the Titanic.
A giant crane delivered elevator parts.
I was surprised to see it took three monster tractor-trailers to get the crane here.
And finally – 12 hours later.
