Editor's note: Sarah McLellan is covering the Wild during the NHL postseason in her birthplace of Edmonton, but first must spend 14 days confined to her hotel room. She'll write regularly to her father, who now lives in Arizona, with an update on life with limited freedom.
Dear Dad,
I've reached double digits! It's Day 10!
While I don't think I've reached Eloise status yet, I have gotten used to living in a hotel. By now, the space feels comfortable and familiar and I can maneuver around in the dark without stubbing my toe. The refrigerator/microwave combo has been a game changer. I'm still working my way through the Chinese food I ordered Saturday night!

Even when I'm done with quarantine, I'll still be spending most of my time in my room. I'll work here on days the Wild isn't playing, and I anticipate even doing some post-game writing from the desk.
So, this will remain my home on the road for quite some time yet. And once I'm free to leave, I think I'll make a grocery store run to stock up on some essentials that will help me get through the next week.
But I'm not talking about toothpaste or deodorant; as I mentioned before, I came prepared.
What I do need, though, is the items I couldn't bring from home. I'm craving my Canadian staples.