I Left My Pants in Stuart, Florida

I know someone who will never get a flu shot again. Tuesday before last Donna got a flu shot at work. Everyone told her it was a good idea because even though she is long finished with chemo and radiation, her immune system is probably in a weakened state. Nice theory, lousy execution.

The two days following the shot she felt pretty crappy and once that kind of cleared up she developed a cough. The cough is still hanging around 9 days later. Even with taking cough medicine the cough has been keeping her from getting a good night’s sleep. Without a good night’s sleep Donna has been feeling a little out of it. Not feeling up to spending 12 hours riding in the car on Saturday to get home, after lunch today we decided to head back to the hotel, pack our bags and get a few hours head start.

Our northward momentum petered out just south of Ocala, FL. When we unpacked the luggage tonight we realized that I was a couple pants shy a load (and a sweatshirt and some loungewear.) Ooops, Donna had packed the suitcases back in Stuart by emptying only the two top drawers of the dresser in our hotel room, not realizing that I had put some stuff in the bottom one too.

I called the hotel and explained the predicament to the clerk and she said she would leave a note for housekeeping to bring the clothes to the front desk. I then called my brother-in-law and begged him to go over to Stuart tomorrow and retrieve the baggage. I expressed the importance of getting these items back because one of them is my favorite Levi 501 jeans. These are the ones so are so broken in they are getting holes in places that make them almost unsuitable for public wearing, but the still have a long life ahead of them as “knock about the house” wear.