Color coordination is hard to avoid in this lovely place.

We returned from dinner at nine-thirty. By ten, I was out – so I’m told. The next thing I knew, I was in a strange room, brightly lighted by a bedside lamp. It was three in the morning. I hoped that the utterly inert lump by my side was Kathleen.

I stroked the lump gently. It was Kathleen.

After taking care of what woke me up, I went right back to sleep. The next thing I knew, it was eight-fifteen. Yikes!

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