Because I'll Be Speaking in London on Nov. 17, I need to be in London.
So I'm currently at MIA (memo to self: never, ever take the terminal D security line no mater how short it looks in order to get to terminal E — longest detour in airport history), “enjoying” free wifi from Google via Boingo. It is very very slow, dialup slow. And unsecured, which makes me unwilling to check my email.
I have to change planes in Paris, because direct flights cost more than I was willing to make my kind hosts, the Oxford Internet Institute, pay. As it is the ticket seems rather expensive by recent transatlantic standards, but it was the best I could do.
I had some hopes I might go to the theater in London on Monday night, but the show I really wanted to see — the Alan Bennett play at the National — has been sold out for more than a month, and I won't land in time to queue for non-student day tickets. The other choices are either plays I've seen a good production of, American, or musicals, which I usually avoid. Back when we lived in London we were real theater hounds, and I miss it. But maybe Monday night I'll be fine tuning my presentation instead.
Tuesday I've lined up a busy day of seeing people and then I sing for my supper.