Unexpected business trip to Toronto. Red-eye flight.

Check into small, dingy hotel room. Nothing like I expected. No WiFi. How will I do work? Crawl around on dirty carpet, searching for an ethernet jack.

Hungry, and I need to figure out where I am and what’s near the hotel. The Villain calls and tries to explain my coordinates, somewhere near Christopher Circle. He encourages me to walk to Pennsylvania Avenue: Toronto has changed to DC.

In the hotel lobby is a buffet for a Defense Department meeting on Ubuntu. The meeting has ended, and the leftover food is available to other guests. All that’s left are beat-up looking chicken breasts and broken pineapple rings. “The Villain can’t eat this,” I think. Get a bowlful, but disgusted, dump it on the floor.

Alarm.