I'm having trouble concentrating today. It could be this, the view from my desk, or it could be the constant interruptions from the hotel representative who keeps coming in to take an inventory of the amenities in our office.  I suspect she thinks we might be stealing towels, which we're not. We're a more discriminating group and we're coveting the tableware and are trying to inconspicuously slip the chargers under our blouses and the engraved cutlery into our pockets.  Carol's worried about getting caught while I'm only worried about the excess baggage charges.

Meanwhile, I am staring out the window of my office, a guest room converted for the purpose, and trying to think of clever copy for our  auction packages and mentally drown out the inane questions being posed to our producer, Mona, whose patience is not, I suspect, infinite.  How many times can you use "cool","unique", or "awesome" in a document?  There's probably a website that I could use as a reference, but the internet connection is intermittent at best.  The tech guy from the hotel tells me "that's just how it is mon."  So, easy information gathering, checkin' up on Jon and Kate's latest, or naked web chats with my husband as forms of procrastination are pretty much out.

I've previously mentioned the honeymooners to you, but this weekend we got a whole new batch of them.  First was the bride whose hair hasn't left her wedding up-do since she landed, and is prancing about poolside in a silk bathrobe that says "Bride" in Swarovski crystals on the back.  Then there's the Russian husband that looks eerily like Shrek and his wife is no Fiona. But really, best of all is the Mennonite couple with whom I am absolutely fascinated, largely because she arrived in a silk Amish-esque gown that I'm pretty sure was her wedding dress. 

 Do these people not know I'm here laying in wait?

Ah, well... I should get back to work...