Cleaning Day

I woke up late this morning.  The cleaning lady is coming soon, extra early in fact, as my husband informed me last night.  I am in the process of packing for a trip to Manhattan which has me altogether panicked.  I will be alone with my roller suitcase from the carousel at Laguardia into a taxi.  Again from out of the taxi on the upper west side until safely in my room in a small residential hotel.  And what will I find there?  Walk in shower?  Grab bars in the shower?  I asked for this when I reserved the room but never heard back.  I can always take pseudo baths with a wash cloth and the sink.  Done that before many a time traveling in Southern Europe.  Oh, the delights of students days all over again at 86!  Can't think of these things now.  Must clear off the counter in the bathroom.  Why does everything I own stay messy littered across every surface?  I know, I know, that if a rhetorical question.  Well, no more time.