Cold

I am sitting outside of the second motel we've tried to stay at tonight. It is cold. There is snow here. Snow is cold. It snows here a lot. It's a place that is kinda known for the snow. And the cold.

And the first motel we went to had a heater the size of my Blackberry that was meant to warm the whole room. Now granted, the room was only the size of my laptop, but still.

The man offered us extra blankets. Wow. That’s helpful when it’s 20 friggin degrees in your damn motel room. That one blanket ought to do the trick.

So here we are, at the second hotel. It is warmer, and has a heater the size of a heater, so that is good. They also have two little things up at the office that dispense cereal. Already I am liking this place more.

Tomorrow I do two morning shows. This is the tour of morning shows, apparently. A sick, cruel little joke that the publicity gods are playing on me. Although this time the gods are giving me a break, they are two radio shows. And radio shows don’t require you to be there in person. So I will be doing my scheduled appearances via the telephone. Ahhhh. I think I would be ever so happy to do all my scheduled appearances from my bed. People may get the wrong impression about me though. But what would I care? I’d be in bed. With an extra blanket.