Clearly being an innkeeper keeps a woman busy.
Laundry, fresh flowers, removing cat hair, attempting to remove cats....duvet cover on, duvet cover off, duvet cover on.
Duvets covers are my Achilles heel,or maybe my rotator cuff?
But you know me, I enjoy the hell out of each guest.
New faces, new stories, different reasons for being here.
An internment at Arlington Cemetery for one, a work conference for another, visiting the museums and an old friend for the first. Todays guest is a t-tiny Ukrainian photographer from Brooklyn here to take pictures of the cherry blossoms.
There's always a reason to come to DC.
And for those of you who worry, I do check peoples reviews from other hosts, make sure Airbnb has all their information verified and usually exchange several emails with them before they darken my doors.
I've had two men but all the rest are woman traveling alone and they want reassurance that my neighborhood is safe and that I am sane. Well, the hood's safe.
I've had lovely reviews and the cats were finally mentioned in one. To their delight and my amazement they were described as cute and friendly but not intrusive, that's the part that made them smirk and me shake my head in disbelief.
Okay, not intrusive, but maybe a little stalkerish?
In other news Hilary Clinton is running for president and spring has sprung in the garden.
And who else watched the clip of Martha roasting Justin Beiber? Wowzer!