I was checking into a Courtyard in Florida, week eight of a stretch that has another twelve weeks to go. I don't drink the tap water in this part of the state. Much of Florida draws from underground limestone aquifers, and even at low parts-per-million the sulfur comes through as that rotten-egg taste that makes you reconsider dehydration as the better option. So I look forward to the two bottles of water that are supposed to be waiting in the room. They get forgotten more of