Turns out I got bumped to business class on the second flight today, which was 3.5 hours. And I got a meal which was pretty good actually. And the flight attendant kept bringing me extra cookies. So yes I did feel pretty important. Don't worry, that's over though.

Where I'm staying is super hot. And with the cool temperatures back home so far this summer, I am out of practice. As soon as I walked into my room, sweat started to bead up on my forehead. And I was reminded of sequels of the movie, Lethal Weapon where the two protagonists keep asking themselves if they are too old for this. We, more like telling themselves.

I'm going to take a tepid shower now and then lie under a fan and hope I can sleep.