Last night did not go well. The snoring guy sounded like a bullhorn was strapped to his face. He’s also a member of the polar bear club, so he likes it cold and has set the air conditioner to 17 degrees. I don’t actually recall sleeping. I think I must have because I’ve been fairly cognizant most of today.

I talked to the organizer and he said he would look into it, but it doesn’t look good for tonight.

I might try a hammock outside.