Hotel Blogging

It's sort of amazing given my age and background that I've traveled for business as little as I have. Alas, this week I did not escape, and so I wake, a little too early, on the abrasive sheets of a hotel in Harrisburg, in a room I described to a colleague last night as feeling as though it is decorated, top to bottom, with flame retardant pajama material. And mind you, I'm at what passes for a very nice hotel, one with wireless access and various bells and whistles.

This morning, I awake early to get a head start on a long day, to do some advance reading. But first, a cigarette, a cup of dilute coffee, and a small bit of good news:

BAR/BRI, the monopoly bar exam preparation service nearly as ineluctable and omnipresent to law students as the bar exam itself, is in trouble.

Since I won't have a lot to do in the evenings, assuming I can leave a couple of more social early-evening engagements sober enough to type (a safe assumption), I'll probably be spending some much overdue time here catching up. But first, a long day.