It's Thursday, so I must be sleeping in New York City tonight. Another overnight, this time to give a talk to people I don't care for about a program I'm barely current on. They may have to forgive me if I stick to my notes. And I only accepted because it thought it was taking place at the Crowne Plaza in Albany, short steps from my office. Turns out it's the Crowne Plaza in Times Square, many more short steps from my office. (And, it occurred to me last night that they use money in New York, just like anyplace else, and I don't happen to have any, so I've gotta run to the bank this morning, too -- haven't had an ATM card in many years. I'll soon be in the Smithsonian as the last human to cash a check.)
Sneezing with Grape-Nuts in your mouth is actually dangerous.
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