After the storm

I skip the morning sessions to polish my slides for this afternoon. It’s worth it. I’m talking about deeply technical stuff at a depressingly non-technical conference. My session is poorly attended, but those that come remain for the full 75 minutes - even my colleague, Ken, who warned me that he wasn’t going to stay for the whole thing.

There’s torrential rain pouring down unnoticed outside. When it subsides, I head out and am disappointed to find that the humidity is undiminished.

I trudge from store to store looking for someone who can remove the security tag that REI failed to remove when they sold me the sleeping bag. I fail, but my quest takes me along the shorefront, ominously framed by receding storm clouds.

Tonight is another sponsor’s reception. I’m not in the mood. In the corner DeLoitte are hosting karaoke and Melissa is doing Bohemian Rhapsody again. Irrepressible.

My room is a refuge. I prepare lightning talks for tomorrow.