... in the age of Covid. Traveling back to LA (a couple of necessary appointments, this week), was a toss-up in safety terms: drive from New Mexico to Los Feliz in one thirteen and a half hour go, which would involve driving back into LA at nighttime when very very tired, or risk a night in our usual stop, La Posada, in Winslow, and hope that they were as carefully masked and sanitized as they claimed to be ... we opted for the latter (which, given the crazy driving coming into LA, was wise from that persepctive), and we were ever so impressed by their protocol and general masked-up-ness (certain late middle aged male guests, outside the property itself, not so much, but ...). I wish I could say that we had a restful night's sleep, too, but when a semi-elderly cat decides that she's going to have a (?? travel-sick) vomiting attack on pale green rug and mid-green bedspread, in the middle of the night ... let's just say that this involved a lot of washing, and then hard labor with a hair-drier. So it'll be an early night tonight.
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