Arg. False alarm fire alarm at 430am-ish. Really and for true. Dress and head down the stairs as the alarm turns off, with people coming out into the hallways asking if that's a fire alarm or not. (It was a bit more mild than most fire alarms.) Check at reception. They say that they think it's a false alarm, and they'll make an announcement if not.
As I promised, I ask for a key for the guy next door to me who had walked out and locked himself out of his room, standing in shorts, having realized by the time I asked that no one is going to give me a room key for someone else. (He totally freaked me out, as he looked like beard-version of PJ when he came out of his room.) So I head back up and send him down. He makes it back up with the key (having been asked for ID, which he didn't have) and we end up chatting in the hall half an hour. Cool young pastor named Trip, doing his Ph.D. in Philosophy of Religion/Metaphysics out at Claremont. He was laughing at how he ended up sitting by Ben Stein on his flight from LA to Cleveland, and then next to Cornel West from Cleveland to Montreal. So we talked programs and metaphysics for a bit, until we get tired again. And I type this out in case I think it's a dream in the morning. Well, later this morning.