At airport gate, waiting. Originally, a dawn departure.

Hilton at ORD decides that rooms do not need the usual bathroom items, and prefers the full plastic half-assed attempt at a capsule pod coffee maker. Substantial displeasure occurs, events transpire, and now we’re rebooked on flight a few hours later — sleeping in for those hours and have been – words and thoughts – but brain still not really awake. Robin is finding coffees somewhere on the concourse.