Overslept. Stopped at Union Station for the post office. Back down to the platform to continue on the Metro, the train that pulled into the station had a sick passenger on it and was being offloaded. No one was to get on. Took a cab the remaining distance to the office (got caught in traffic and had to take a detour) and on the way saw this which was, it turns out, one block from my office and was over by the time I finished another errand, a cashier's check at the bank and the teller made two errors and had to redo the whole thing. And for some unfathomable reason this nice lady at the office, when I finally got here, a lady I don't know at all, started chatting away at me in the friendliest manner possible, quite charming, in Portugese. She was paying me compliments a plate I was holding. It wasn't my plate. I managed to smile and say, "Si," and escape. I'll be out of here for good before she finds out that I don't speak Portugese. My Ethiopian taxi driver's comment when I wondered about the cause of the smoke: "There are all kinds of people. Every morning when I wake up I thank God I am alive."