mayo, not just for sandwiches anymore

Well that was a bad pun. Or something. I am SO tired. I was up every hour I swear last night. I was so anxious not to miss the appointment, which he had, which went as well as could be expected, I suppose. We did good though, for as little sleep as I got I only slept a little on the drive home.

Also if you ever visit the Mayo Clinic, do not, under any circumstances, stay at the downtown Days Inn if you at all expect a hotel to be modern-ish. I should have taken photographs.

Walking into a hallway lined with dark panel/framed doors, oh and thermometers telling it was 80 in there but felt much warmer, and weird little phones? I dunno. The room was that room at the very end and we went in and the door felt thinnish, which is not reassuring, if you feel the panel creak a little when you put your shoulder into it. He immediately told me to crank up the window unit AC.  But I wouldn't until I had taken a baby wipe and removed most of the strange brownish black stuff on the AC vents. The room was so small the queen size bed had a teensy path along the wall on the left, the right side was butted right up to the door, which was right up against the other wall. So, wide as a queen size bed and a door. Freaked me out right then and there. Deep as a queen sized bed, a chair and a dresser with a TV on it. Hello bedbugs? Do you live here? Somewhere I read check the picture frames above the bed, for the bedbugs? I don't know, I told him to not put our luggage on the floor or on the bed. Don't know exactly how freaked out I am about this until I see what the dreams are like tonight.

Oh and the bathroom floor was at least a STEP UP, as in, caution watch your step. That might be what I was so anxious about, I think for sure I was scared J. would get up in the night and knock his teeth out on the sink as he fell into the bathroom. Or that I would. I do not really get up in the night much unless I've been drinking. The toilet configuration was this bizarre brown pipe coming out of the wall and attaching to a teensy little bowl with a flusher coming out of that pipe in the wall. The tub was HUGE and would have been wonderful if we weren't creeped out by the whole situation. Oh and the tub had a brown pipe coming out of it too, and attached to that was a spout like for an outdoor spigot. Three knobs protruded from the wall above and to the left of the tub, for turning on the water. Then a teensy tube went up (outside of the wall) from the pipe/spigot configuration, and ended in one of those cream colored dial-a-spray WaterPik shower heads that have such grossness potential because they get so gunked up with lime deposits in the area that you can dial back and forth. And it wasn't the detachable kind on the hose either, it was bolted to the wall on that teensy tube I mentioned.

We had a marvelous breakfast outdoors at a Dutch restaurant called the Dutch word for pancake I think. Pannekoeken is it actually. Here is their Facebook Page link...{click}
The thing I had was supposed to be quiche? But it was some sort of delicious gooey Gouda, maybe some eggs, some sausage (chopped links) on a baby pannekoeken called a pannekette ... also we had the big Dutch Waffle which was a delicious Belgian one topped with butter and we put syrup in each little square.  J. had a skillet which is what he always has. Other than that we also hit two liquor stores and cleaned them out of Schweppes Lemon Sour because that is the perfect thing for mixing drinks with which cannot be found anywhere around here. Polar is not as good.