There was a mad dash to clean up once the sales floor was closed. WoodTurnerD decided to stay the night since we had a spare bed and there was a definite lack of sleep on his part. We carted everything upstairs and then headed down for a meal.
The hotel restaurant was closed. <insert sad trombone music here> The bar, however, had 17 seconds left on the clock for taking orders. We ordered, we waited, we carried our food upstairs. My feet hurt so badly, I figured I’d be crippled in the morning, walking around on my misshapen hooves.
While we waited for our food, sadly slumped over the bar as we were tired, up comes the artist who was bartered with a hat. She said she couldn’t stop touching it, the grain of the wood appealed to her. I hope that means good things in the future for WoodTurnerD’s business.
We managed to drag CousinH away from her conversation to cart our food upstairs, get undressed, eat a meal and have a shower. I haven’t slept so hard in a very long time!
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