For the second week in a row, I’m stuck in a hotel room for several days.  The shampoo in my bathroom is called “Clarifying Shampoo.” I have absolutely no idea what to make of this name. It sounds like something Dumbledore would use to ferret out his enemies.

Why do they bother to put art on hotel walls?  Does anyone really walk into the room and say “Oh, a nice sailboat, I feel like home”?  More often, I wake up completely disoriented and and a bland, framed dandelion swims in front of my vision. I can’t remember whether I’m in a hotel room or a nursing home, and I resolve to quickly consult my Clarifying Shampoo.