A very quick update since the pool has my number and is calling. Our arrival came this close (fingers pinched together) to being delayed because of the over efficient efforts of my husband. Falling back an hour for Daylight Savings time meant the clock needed to be changed in our hotel room. Little did the overachiever Rob realize that hotel clocks do this on their own--after all-- this is the 21st century.
All I recall from the morning is waking up to a phone call from the desk clerk asking if we were planning on taking the shuttle that was leaving in two minutes. A mad dash ensued with clothes thrown on our bodies and shoes pulled on while hopping down the stairs. We made it with no time to spare. Luckily airport security doesn't have a ban on flying with scary bed hair, bad breath and disheveled clothing. Despite the harried beginning, the vacation has begun with a --"leave it alone Rob"--ban on fiddling with the clocks.
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