
Last week, I almost peed in my hotel room closet. Yeah, you read that right. It was the middle of the night. I’d been in different hotels (interspersed with brief sojourns at home) for part of every week since the beginning of the year. And for one brief and almost disastrous moment, I simply forgot where I was. Luckily, I came to my sleep-addled senses when I tripped over one of my own shoes, placed strategically outside the closet door. But still, it was a sobering moment
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