I don’t expect the housekeeper will partially, much less fully, appreciate the three bottles of micro-brew I left in the fridge. Knowing this makes leaving them behind a greater disappointment. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. Evidently, I overestimated my ability to drink a six pack in 4 days’ time. I did briefly consider downing all three just prior to the airport taxi, thereby transforming the flight into an amusement park ride, but alcohol so early in the day is not something I can do.

How fitting to leave bottles of Rising Moon, the seasonal offering of Blue Moon, in a Huntsville hotel, a city that harbors the most extensive public display of the US space program.

Housekeepers probably have a love/hate relationship with the ‘do not disturb’ door knob sign. The first couple days it’s used, they’re probably thankful for the chores that they’re excused from doing, but if it’s always used, they may dread what they might find after the guest has left.

A sign at the baggage claim said something about checking for broken feet and wheels. Of course, it was in reference to luggage, but I enjoyed how weak language associations could be catalysts for the conjuring of absurd, out-of-place imagery. Specifically, imagery of fractured feet wrapped in gauze and of people rolling around on straight legs instead of walking.