Arrive in Seattle an hour early. Maybe the sked maker is trying to say "sorry" for making wife/me hang around the Plasterboard Palace (aka Fresno Yosemite) until 1 a.m. the previous day, awaiting son's arrival from Chicago.
So early there are no rooms ready at the Seattle hotel. So, a-wandering I go through the University District, cloudy, humid -- ah, steady droughts of fresh air! Walking, legs burning, what's that? The Travelodge says, "Free Wife"? Oh, yeah, "i" before "e" suddenly makes sense to my blurry eyes.