You didn’t REALLY think I was capable of hanging out in a hotel lobby with a camera, did you?!
(And, I feel compelled to note that I was in the lobby because we’d traveled to Nebraska for my father-in-law’s funeral; he’d died from COVID, and those designs on the sofa seemed to be – just the tiniest bit – unsympathetic to our loss.)
I was a junior in high school when my grandfather died; the day of his funeral was bitterly cold, with a hard wind from the north. Of course, since it was in the 1970s and I was an idiot, I wore a very short dress that day, and it took me quite a few days to thaw out. It served me right.
The weather here reminded me of that day. But at least this time, I was more suitably attired.
Blue Hill, Nebraska