This afternoon, when the hotel manager saw me perched on a sofa in the lobby, glued to the news and my Twitter feed for the second day in a row, he said to me, with a twinge of concern, "Señorita, you should go enjoy the pool or the beach while you're here." And, so, I present to you my 1% problem: On the one hand, I'm "stranded" at a beautiful Mexican resort. On the other, I'm hooked on CNN and Twitter for the hurricane updates back in New York. I feel like I'm being suspended in a netherworld--at least until Sunday.
At his suggestion, I headed down to the pool, fluffed out a fresh towel on a Bali bed, and set my things down. Una piña colada, por favor. Birds were chirping. The pool water was as warm as a bath. I swam on my back and looked up at the sunlight slicing through the palm fronds. Sigh. I was relaxing. When I got back to my suite, I took a long hot shower and ordered room service for dinner.
Okay. I'm here now.