I was supposed to catch a 9.05 train out of Penn Station, which meant getting up at 7, leaving by 7.30 to catch the subway down to 34th in enough time to make the train.
Instead, I got up at 9 and realized I was fucked.
I ran down the street to the nearby rental car place, where they know me, and helped me out, digging up a car for me. (The next train would get me in too late for my talk. Of course, they wound up postponing it, but it wasn't worth the risk that something might go wrong with the train on top of everything else....) Then, after spending four hours driving in the rain yesterday to and from Rutgers, I got to spend three hours driving to Lancaster for the Pennwriters Conference, and get to do it again going back tonight, since I promised to help with the kids' promotion at the dojo tomorrow morning.
Right now I'm sitting in the hotel bar, using their free wireless on Opportunity, and eating lunch before my talk starts at 2.45. Then is the autographing (and I brought copies of The Quality of Leadership for the latter...).
BTW, I used a GPS for the first time in my life while driving here, since I had no idea how to get to Lancaster. I hereby declare them to be the coolest thing ever. *nods*