After the highways raised above the swamp, after the ragged trees, after Lake Pontchartrain pulled away to our right, we’ve reached hotel strip land.
Joy: My hair is curly in Louisiana.
The rooms face an interior courtyard, partly occupied by a CPR class. Each student, ensconced on the floor, has a device to keep her as far away from Annie’s mouth germs as possible. Annie is inanimate, but who knows what she picked up along the way?
Tomorrow Todd will become an Annie of sorts, the Annie of balance tests.
The doctor’s advice:
Eat a light lunch.
No liquor, no medication.