I’m off in an hour to Hartsfield-Jackson, direct to Dulles International, there to catch a shuttle to the Pentagon, where, within an hour or so of arrival I’ll be informed what a stupid SOB I am for a week.
Meh. My skin is like leather, nothing to fear there. Alexandria is gorgeous this time of year anyhow, and I have plenty of friends in the area.
I’ll tell the tale of each day as I sit in the Comfort Suites in the evenings – No cameras inside the five-sided edifice, unfortunately.