In Conroe, TX -- and Poor Puppies

Got to the Fairfield Inn in Conroe a little after midnight this morning... my flight was FOUR HOURS LATE into Houston. And it wasn't due to the weather as much as the Frontier staff hinted at, either -- roads were bone-dry on the way to the hotel. (Though it was foggy.)
     Rain has come off and on all day today, but nothing worse than usual. Apparently Tropical Storm Bill is tuckered out.
     The hotel is lovely inside, and my room looks out over a grassy pond. (Every frog in the county is out there right now.) But nothing was open for getting a snack, or even a drink. (I made do with an IBC root beer, thankfully.) And getting here was a little strange, since the hotel is off by itself, away from the other businesses -- almost looks like it's crouched over in the woodlands, trying to hide. (Do hotels play hide-and-seek?)
     What with no lights and a scruffy turn-in, I missed the turn the first time. A deer jumped in front of the car, but it was ok...I wasn't that tired.

Actually, after a long sleep, some pizza and yet another nap -- yes, I was that tired. No matter. I feel a lot better now, and raring for tonight's lecture! Click on the link for specifics... meeting starts at 6 p.m. at the Conroe Bible Church in... well, you guessed it. I'm looking forward to it.

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These dogs, however, are not looking forward to it -- whatever their human owners can think up, sadly. Like this poor soul from the slideshow:

He needs a good quilt lecture.