I dressed down to go to the airport. Consistent with the cosmic laws for such things, my luggage has been lost. State College being what it is, the earliest it could possibly get here (i.e., the next Delta flight in) happens to be exactly the time when I will be speaking. The clerk at the hotel was nice enough to offer me a disposable razor. I was going to accept, until it occurred to me that given that I am uncoordinated and it has been roughly two decades since I shaved with a non-electric razor, I would probably slice up my face and bleed to death on my bathroom floor.
My original plan had been going to be to head straight to my hotel room and work on the slides to my talk. Instead, I went straight to the hotel bar.