Just as I wrapped up typing my blog, packed my bags, and was on the phone with my Michael, a fire alarm sounded in my room. It suddenly blasted out directions to leave the room and take the stairs out to the front of the hotel. At least I was dressed and ready to go! I quickly grabbed my purse and bags, took a fast scan one more time around the room, and hightailed it to the hallway. I happened to be on the fifth floor so I lugged my suitcase, carry-on bag, and purse down the stairs to the lobby, which was filled to the brim with guests making their way outside. Shortly thereafter the fire truck arrived; I'm happy to say this was simply a fire drill not a real emergency. I was also very proud of my co-workers in Texas as they made the guest evacuation organized and efficient.
After the drill, I grabbed the shuttle and made my way over to the airport. My connection was in San Jose so here I sit typing while I wait for my flight to Portland. It will be good to be home - and to see if my boys followed the rules I set out for them when I left for the week.
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