I'm not going to write about having to leave another hotel because they said they were accessible but were not.
I'm not going to write about how upsetting this is and how you never get used to it.
I'm not going to write about how much planning and calling goes into a trip.
I'm not going to write about being humiliated by having to sit in a lobby, with a line up behind me, and talk about toilets.
I'm not going to write about how they said, 'but we have bars the shower'.
And I'm really not going to write about saying, 'so you want me to shit in the tub?'
I'm just not.
I'm tired of those stories and you must be too.
So, I'm not going to talk about how exhausted this makes me.
And, I'm not going to describe the weight this places on Joe's spirit.
I'm simply not.
But because I'm not writing about this, I'm thinking about it constantly. So I can't think of a single other thing to write about. So I'm not going to write a blog at all.
Instead I think I'll go and sit on the toilet we had to drive an extra twenty minutes to get to. And it better be worth it.