Nothing like being woken up at 5–in the morning, though I’d probably be asleep at 5 in the afternoon too–for a fake fire alarm. Someone jumped the gun on getting out of their presentation, I’m thinking. . . and it’s not like Denver isn’t cold enough in the afternoon. . .
Anyhuey, as you guess from the title, Ailsa has likely seen a magician recently. Smoke is really bad for my eyes and lungs, and mirrors for my ego, so this isn’t exactly my wheelhouse. At least I didn’t have to try too hard to come up with this one, which beleive it or not is the Seattle main library. . .
I’m going back to bed. . .