I’m on the second day of my blogcation – down in Key West. I would call it a vacation, but those no longer exist in retirement. Instead, it’s a vacation from sitting at my writing desk every morning and instead utilizing my phone to make notes. As far as such daily routines, you can be assured that one thing never changes, except the view and the distance, when it comes to “The Streak.” This morning’s run took me along the waterfront, but there was a stiff breeze coming back. I had decided to do just the minimum mile in anticipation of a lot of walking this afternoon. We will cover all the Key West hot spots as discussed in yesterday’s yet to be published report. (See Post #1955). On Wednesday when we get home, I’ll file all four accounts of our journey.

I had one of those lost moments upon returning to our Marriott hotel an hour ago. All the buildings suddenly looked the same and I couldn’t get my room key card to work. I tried calling my wife, but she didn’t pick-up, so I then logically retraced my steps. I ended up in front of the same door and once again it failed to open. The electronic key had worked on the security gate and even the elevator but not on the outside door that granted access to two separate rooms, one of which should have been ours. I went to a similar door down the hall and at least got a flashing red light. Trying again, there was no red or green indication from our supposed entrance. As it turned out, the outside door was slightly ajar but stuck, so when I pushed harder it opened. Our door just inside thankfully worked fine.

For a moment there, I wasn’t sure what to do. I had no ID – just my phone – so I couldn’t easily go to the front desk for a replacement. At one point, I just sat down to gather my thoughts. I had already jogged and climbed up and down three flights of stairs several times trying to get oriented. When I finally used the familiar elevator route, I knew I was in the right place – not the Twilight Zone.