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When I woke up this morning (about 4:30, as is becoming my usual, ugh) I found myself gently pondering what kind of day it would be. Normally I'd look at my Monday meetings on Sunday night to remind/prepare myself, but I had been way too tired the previous night.

My idle pondering of my schedule suddenly turned into a sharp pain. Wait a minute. If it was Monday...wasn't I going to London?!

( I was! Despite many travel-related hardships, apparently! )

So that's my day of going to a meeting to talk about how blind and partially sighted people are more disrupted and stressed by public transport delays and cancelations than sighted people are.

I have noted the irony.

But with no surprise. Something like this happens every time I travel for work; I could always be my own case study.