Atop the Belvedere

I got a call from my favorite clerk at the Belvedere this morning at the Ambassador asking when I was returning. So sweet.

I schlepped my bags back around the corner this morning to find I've been awarded a top-floor suite in the back with a balcony and a huge bathroom. They brought me juice, coffee and fruit and the president of the hotel apologized to me again. "I can't believe you evicted your best customer," I kept telling him.

Anyway, I realize, I've been long enough to have gotten a homecoming. Pathetic.