I hurt. Damn Noonan. Damn Steve Schippert. Damn ConcreteBob. I hit the pillow at 0245 this morning and seconds later some lying wench from the Grand Hyatt called my room to say it was 0600. I closed my eyes for a moment and Tom said "Hey, I thought you were leaving. It's after 7." Ahhhh. My head! I have never, ever been hung over in my life. There is a first for everything.
I was 45 minutes late and there has been much derision. You feel bad for me, don't you?
I missed the address by the President. No shit....... "W" sent a taped statement. It was more than an hour before I was able to unzip the laptop case. So finally I got it open and the Mistress of Castle Argghhh!, SWWBO got me up and running.
I need food and water.