Poor But Fancy

The peace I feel: From scented lotion wafting into my nostrils not unlike smoke did from a cigarette 15 years ago. (Kids, don't smoke. It's unhealthy and it stinks. I quit.)

These chairs: unrelated to this post. But I'm a sucker for a good photo with a post.

From camomile tea which the Marriott With Two Letters In Front provided. Was it LW? And what does that or something else mean? Am I just stubborn enough not to get up and confirm what those letters are? Yes. But tea I shall get.
From quiet kids and a reading lamp and old newspaper and a shower which isn't mine to clean. The latter one of the chief perks a hotel offers. Chief Perk, have you met him? Very nice man.