This town is clearly not gonna get a fair shake from me. I'm doing one of those "fly in, stay at the hotel by the airport (which is always gonna have a nasty view in any city), spend all day at a conference, fly home" trips.
The room is nice though. Mercifully fairly soundproof windows since it's
– at the airport
– above an enormous parking lot
– next to a freeway
– which is next to active traintracks
– which are next to 3 industrial facilities
I'll put up pictures of the slag heaps, smokestacks and mysterious pond of what appears to be liquid later. [A year later I put pictures on Flickr. 9 years later I added the pictures here. Heh. Let know one say I don't put the pro in procrastination.]
My glamorous hotel in Cleveland
A view of the slag pool
Now I've finished updating my presentations and it's a little after 9pm my time, but that means after midnight local time and the alarm needs to go off at, ugh, 3:30am my time.
Fortunately the flight wasn't too uncomfortable, the bed looks decent, and I am feeling loads better.
Yes, Mum and krokbunny, I have been drinking lots of water, washing my hands, drinking juice, eating enough and taking it easy. I have a wholesome breakfast coming in the morning and I will either eat a good lunch or, if it's like prime rib 'n' beets day or some shit at the conference, will sneak off and eat a couple of nice healthy Luna bars.
I will give great presentations and have a jolly time. Then will return to my hotel room and sleep (the sleep of the just) until it's time to fly home Saturday morning.