Sick

I spent ten days in Reno-Tahoe, surrounded by hundreds of people, many smoking heavily, and spent three of those days cooped up in meeting rooms with 40 co-workers for up to ten hours each day. Despite my hand-washing, sanitizer-solution attempts to avoid it, I appear to have come down with a cold. Fortunately I can work from home, because the client isn't terribly interested in my personal problems and is grumpy because things were delayed another week due to our internal meeting in Tahoe.

Speaking of which: Lisa reports from Tonopah that the mechanic that AAA recommended (and to which they towed the truck) hadn't even looked at it at close of business yesterday. Fingers crossed that they do so today and that it turns out to be the relatively simple fix that Lisa thinks it may be. Fortunately for her, she can walk from the hotel to the mechanic's shop, although it's very cold there and not much fun. She says the hotel isn't too bad, however, and not excessively expensive. And the slot machines still use coins, which pleases her. But being stuck in Tonopah was not exactly in her plans when she headed south looking for warmer weather.

Bulletin from Tonopah

Lisa called a few minutes ago to report that the truck is repaired. It was only a clogged fuel filter, which she said made her feel silly, because if she'd known that, she could have fixed it herself in just a few minutes with an inexpensive part, rather than spending $100 to have a mechanic do so, plus three hotel nights.

Speaking of hotels, she is here, in the eastern leg of the inverted V of the hotel. After following her directions to find where she was on the map, I described what I was seeing on the overhead photos, and quipped, "I can't make out the truck in the parking lot, though."

She said, "I'll go outside and wave, then."

She'll stay in Tonopah tonight and continue south tomorrow morning.