It had been a long day, but productive. He had been up since 6 a.m. preparing himself, and since 8:30, he had been pacing back and forth across the meeting room at the hotel.
They had gathered for a purpose, and through carefully directed discourse and the judicious use of flip charts, they had achieved their primary goals. Next time, he would ensure the air conditioning worked.
He had originally planned to leave once the session was completed, but it had been a draining process and he wasn't sure that he could handle the four hour drive home. He was wiped.
After securing his room for another night, he went to his room, and grabbed his bathing suit.
The pool was small, but it felt just right. The water was a little cool, and just deep enough that he could float there without his feet touching the bottom.
It was the perfect end to a draining day. Not quite a dip on the ocean, but a satisfactory decompression nonetheless. He would follow this swim up with a juicy steak and a cold pint of beer, then accept the tender embrace of sleep.
The drive home could wait until tomorrow.
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