Saturday: Wake up early and go to the games. Order kilt for husband. Get sunburn in spite of sunblock. Weather is hot a muggy, making falling asleep in a tiny (compared to our king) double bed difficult. Still no period. Huh.
Sunday: Drive back to Boston, avoiding any contact with I95, which involves weird detour through the Bronx. Move key items from small bag to suitcase. Fly to DC. Taxi stand betrayal occurs. Finally
Monday: Awaken at 5am due to menstral cramps. Curse the gods for trying so hard to get your hopes up and then adding injury to insult. Doze until 7, then head to Opnetwork. Finally aquire painkillers after lunch.
Tuesday: Awaken at 5:51 to the sound of a circular saw or something. Ponder the fact that the JW Marriott is not as good as I remember it. Later discussion reveals that
Wednesday: Start irony pills
Thursday: Awaken at 6:50 to the sound of hammering. Lovely.
Friday: Get up early to avoid what checkout betrayal can be avoided. Go to final session. Go to Spy Museum. Fly home finally.