It’s February 29th, a day you should be allowed to do whatever you please, thus I’m in an overpriced hotel room drinking wine in bed. It sounds both decadent and romantic but it isn’t really, in fact it’s been a hell of a day, and this is just a getaway and a breather.

This month’s been rough. I’m glad it’s done and dusted in a couple of minutes in my timezone. Tomorrow morning, I’ll have a big breakfast, draw a bath, and check out. Add another 24 hours and the wheel starts to spin again. As it should be. But right now, an oversized hotel bed with starched sheets are calling me.