This is a relatively short entry. I hope getting this out of my head and into the world will help purge the demon.
The night before leaving New York, I watched tv in bed. I turned off the tv before curling up to fall asleep. I don’t remember where I put the remote, but I didn’t get out of bed so it couldn’t have gone far.
I woke up before my first alarm went off and couldn’t go back to sleep. Since I was up, I figured I’d watch a little Mike and Mike in the Morning to catch up on the MLB playoffs.
This plan was foiled when I couldn’t find the remote. It had disappeared while I was asleep. I checked under the bed. In my suitcase. Behind the end tables. In the duvet on the bed. Gone. I turned the room over and couldn’t find it.
I left for the client site and wasn’t able to shake the missing remote from my mind. Did someone sneak in and take it? Did I eat it while sleeping? Where the hell did it go?
If you’re wondering, I watched nothing while getting ready to leave the hotel. Yes, I know how to use the buttons on a tv. However, the tuner on the tv wasn’t used to control the channels. The Marriott in-house programming delivery system was in charge and it only responds to the remote.