I’ve been awake since 5 am. Whenever I wake up during the night here in the hotel, I automatically check to see where Scout is. Most of the night she was by the side of the bed, but she wasn’t there at 5. So I turned on the light and saw her sleeping out in the living room. Okay. Back to sleep.

But no. The alarm went off at 5:15, just as I was drifting off to sleep.

Shouldn’t Housekeeping automatically check alarm clocks when someone has just checked out?

It didn’t make me a happy camper.

We moved rooms yesterday, right after my rehearsal ended. I did it rather efficiently, I must say, packing the hotel cart, rolling it out the door, onto the elevator, down three floors, down the hall and into the new room. Twice. Then Ms. Scout joined me. She was very excited, but I told her not to get her hopes up – we weren’t going home just yet.

She’s a bit better, still anxious, but so exhausted from the past two days that she’s sleeping more. The new room – it’s actually a suite – is the one I’ve been in twice before. It’s much more spacious. The other room was rather small, like a very small studio apartment, and there was a post in the middle of the ‘entrance’ that was annoying. This is one of the larger suites, with a separate bedroom. Scout gets restless during the night and she likes to move around, so this space will allow her to roam to her heart’s content.

I brought the quilt I made for our now-gone-bed from home. This bed normally has a duvet and you know I don’t like duvets. Plus, the quilt just makes things cheerier. That red quilt is the quilt that is usually in front of my blogging chair. Scoutie uses it when she’s in the tunnel. Speaking of beds, I now truly realize how incredible our new bed is. This bed is giving me a backache.

There’s a sofa and a chair. And that is Scout’s other quilt, which is usually in front of the loveseat in the living room.

Desk and television. There’s a television in the bedroom, too.

Little kitchenette, with a refrigerator (hidden on the left) a dishwasher, two burners, but no oven, unfortunately. I brought two non-slip mats from home so that Scout can have some traction on the vinyl floor.

Do you see that look in her eyes? Pupils dilated? That’s the look I’ve seen rather consistently for the past two days.

But she loves the park, thank goodness. She’s already been there once this morning and I’ll take her again, I’m sure. I have a long day of rehearsal and I’ll have to run back to the hotel on the lunch break to check in on her.

Yikes, I am tired. And if I’m tired, Scout must be absolutely exhausted. Hopefully, she’ll sleep a lot while I’m gone today.

Happy Saturday.

Scout is driving me nuts.

She paces. She pants. She can’t relax. I had to wrestle her to the ground a couple of times to get her to go to sleep. She walks to the bathroom. She looks in the closet. She paces. She paces. And she paces some more.

She usually adjusts more easily and quickly than this. She’s clearly stressed and unsure about what is going on.

I’m trying to be patient.

She does love the park, however.

That part of the whole thing is cool. She sniffs. She explores. She loves it.

It’s just the hotel that she’s unsure of.

And to complicate things, and what about this isn’t complicated, I didn’t get the room I requested, but it will be available later today. So after rehearsal, we have to move again. Then, in two weeks, we have to move again – into the apartment.

I don’t remember her being this crazy when she stayed at an apartment here a year ago. Or when we stayed overnight at Don’s apartment in New Haven. She just can’t relax.

This is hard on her. Consequently, it’s hard on me.

I have to leave her to go to rehearsal today, so I hope she can finally relax. At the very least, all this anxiety should tire her out, don’t you think?

I’m more than a bit frazzled myself.

New post up on Just Let Me Finish This Page.

Happy Friday.