Some quick updates, as I have a lot of work to do still tonight.
Phil's laptop was safely received in Cambridge. As I suggested to him, the biggest "phew" of his life.
Marjorie made it to the hotel quite easily by train from Baltimore this afternoon. She and her mom and Barbara, when she was there, all had a great time. My loneliness was their advantage.
I took these shots out the window every day, so you're going to have to live with them. One day, fog, one day sunshine, one day bright sunshine, one day start of some smog.
Now, you might well wonder why the first shot is from a completely different angle than the other ones. That is because the first night I was in a different room, six floors above this one. Then, at 9am Monday morning, they started demolishing the door to the room next door, using crowbars and hammers. Literally, the room next door. The hotel didn't seem to think there was much reason why I should be in my room all day long apparently. Eventually, I got moved. Needless to say, I'm not going to be giving this place a good review.
The conference has gone well. My partner Joe Thompson had to wig out on showing up, though, so I had to put up the firm's booth all by myself. I think I did a good job.
I can already tell you the name of tomorrow's post: high anxiety. Tomorrow is the day we have two close connections in Boston and Dublin on the way to Rome, stand a good chance of losing our luggage, and so many other wonderful risks.
We should have internet access in Rome, so I'll hope to post then. After Monday, all bets are off.
Wish us luck!
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