So, Mike has this new program on his iPhone that allows him to handwrite messages. This morning, he tried to wake me up, using the carrot of free hotel breakfast to lure me from under my covers. This hotel has a particularly good breakfast: flaky croissants, scrambled eggs, bacon, real juice, even a delightful cappuccino machine. But I really like the bed, and especially its attendant warmth, as I'm finding Groningen rather damp and chilly after my time in Turkey. I told him that the only thing I wanted was a bagel from our local bakery in Brooklyn, then pulled the duvet over my head.
Later, when I checked my email, I found this message from him:
Isn't he sweet? I think I'll keep him.