Saturday, October 05, 2013

It is always something.

On the other side of the wall ahead of me is the Inn breakfast area.

I am (was) sitting alone at a four person table. The carton of milk was square and stable.  I still managed to bump it at the top and tip it spilling milk on the newspaper.

The good news was an extra night opened up. That's it.

dlj/Maine / MN