A case of the lonelies

It’s late Saturday night.  Fred’s sound asleep . . . we’re still living in the York Hotel (our shipment hasn’t arrived yet so hotel living continues for another week) . . . and I have insomnia (yet again).  Yesterday I managed to contract some type of 24-hour bug (symptoms? extreme vertigo) that kept me from attending a new teachers’ dinner of chili crab (Singaporean speciality).  While missing out on good food is disappointing, the real downside of getting sick away from home is missing what’s familiar.  Since I can’t channel my own bed or my beloved Katten or my sisters, I’ll recognize what I’m missing with these photos.  They’re as close as I can get to finding a cure for the Saturday night blues.