Tap, tap, tap. The writer vainly attempts to craft some sort of tale on his mobile phone while on the way to yet another convention. He prays to the gods of mobile Internet that he will be able to upload his work. He hopes the app will work.
Why is it snowing? He curses the sky and the white flakes of bastardy that fall from it. Each one a possible harbinger of travel chaos. In this land even a single flake could stop a train in its tracks…or even on its tracks.
The complexities of gaining access to the Excel loading bay await…