Well, the worst-case scenario has come to pass: I can't attend the very meeting that I flew out here for. Downstairs, my company is having its annual managers' meeting, and I'm upstairs in self-imposed quarantine in the Fairmont Hotel - shivering, aching, occasionally puking, and generally feeling miserable. My only hope is that I can rally enough strength tomorrow to catch my flight back home.
Coming here, I asked rhetorically "What could possibly go wrong?" Be careful what you ask . . . you might not like the answer.
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