Today I’m sitting on the patio of my ocean-view hotel room, sipping coffee from the Keurig machine, and in this part of my 3-part clause, I would have said something like “and capturing the occasional glimpse of lights flashing on the Santa Monica pier’s ferris wheel,” but for whatever inexplicable reason, it’s off for the first time since I got here.
This is not how I start most of my days. In fact, I have never started a day like this in my life. I’ve never been in Santa Monica before, and I’ve never even had an ocean front hotel room. But it’s the day I’m going to tell you about.