My flight left Portland this morning in the pre-dawn darkness, and landed in Philadelphia this evening in dusk’s last failing light. I spent almost eight hours sitting on airplanes, with a 40 minute break in the middle in DFW. Talk about your lost days… On the other hand, I did Day Jobbery work, got 3,900 words in on “The Specific Gravity of Grief”, answered a couple of interviews, and took two naps, as well as reading a good chunk more of The Jade Man’s Skin.
I did wear the stupid fricking mask. Boy did that get old after a while. I also pretended to OCD and used hand sanitizer frequently. We’ll see if any of this helps stave off respiratory infection. Much like the city’s alligator watch, we’ll never know unless it fails. My state of mind in this regard is left as an exercise for the reader.
Dinner tonight with
The Philadelphia Airport Marriott, on the other hand, is yet another Marriott property without wireless. I don’t get it. For what these rooms cost, they shouldn’t have any problem doing what every Motel 6 and mom-and-pop coffee house in the country can do. I’m done staying at Marriott properties, given how many other hotel chains seem to manage this minor issue just fine. I can’t believe they don’t get constant pushback from their business travel customers over this.
Tomorrow is a roadtrip from Philadelphia to the Pennsylvania hinterlands for Day Jobbe meetings. At least I’ll see the sun tomorrow. And then off to San Francisco Friday, and my sweet