June 1, 2015:
Staff in carts: laundry, gardening tools, baggage. Zipping down the walkways, around the parking lots, silently and largely in the way.
Guests: mostly insular, seldom smiling, frequently frowning or looking away. Grumpy adults: the kids are taxing. Feral kids: running, ecstatic to be away from home, exploring, adventurers, scouts, exactly the role they're biologically adapted to after millennia of evolution.
Your author: somewhat aggrieved by the bother, thinking in hindsight a more isolated room would have been better. Thinking about home, this one and the real one. Thinking about true love, and loss and regret. Missing his baby girl more than words can say.