Oh, and a minor setback at work tonight. See, the office is on the ninth floor of a midtown Manhattan building. Many of the other tenants are in the "garment" industry. Today the phrase "sweatshop" took on a new meaning as apparently the factory on the eighth floor got a little too hot and caught fire. I don't need to hear This building is on fire twice to know to move. I have the routine down pat, laptop into hibernation mode, slam everything interesting into my bag, jacket on, etc. Was out of the door in under a minute. Although smoke wasn't visible, it was in the air. I walked quickly down the nine flights (and noted along the way that the fire doors were pretty much open the whole way down, some even wedged open). Once on the street I let a couple people know I was leaving, and went over to Lisa's office on 57th & Madison. Have already had a bit too much smoke in the last few months for my taste.