Slacking in the Lobby

It was half past eight and I was slacking away in the hotel lobby waiting for my taxi. The past month I've seen many lobbies... too many for my taste... But the one I was sitting in was a bit special. Unlike my hotel room at that time, it was not a dump, which was great ... a small claustrofobic dump it was, my room.

I hate business travelling a lot right now, and I have a special thought of appreciation for whoever booked me this fine hotel on the edge of Copenhagen...

I wish I was off skiing somewhere... but even more I simply wish to get back home.

I should be there in a couple of hours...