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Jet lag sucks. It's creeping like a stinky fish that grabs hold of you by the ankles in the late afternoons.
It's also not good for coherent thought.

The hotel is close to a suburban area that makes for nice early morning walks (when that stinky fish just won't let you sleep anymore).
I'm not sure if it counts as a 'nice' suburb, but the streets are nice and so are the houses - very suburban.




The one thing that people don't seem big on here is gardening. All the gardens are either quite overgrown or very uniformly trim (looking suspiciously like they're all maintained by the same garden service company).
This is probably because gardening isn't really that convenient.

Which brings me to my second item for today: convenience.
The US is convenience-crazy (convenience be-fucked). Everything is convenient, even the dentist comes in a neat little single-serving sachet.

The Austin office has a Flavia coffee machine which just blows my mind.



How it works is that you select a foil-fresh sachet from the range of flavoured coffees conveniently arranged in a dispenser; slip said sachet into the Flavia's neat little gullet; press a single button and voila! French Roast Moccachino has never been so, uhm, convenient.
The Flavia will even swallow the used sachet to save you from having to throw it away.

And if you require extra creaminess there's a range of ultra-pasturised milkies in little cups (like what budget hotel rooms provide) in four different flavours for easy single-serving use.
The fridge contains no milk.
There's also no sugar, but three types of artificial sweetner.