The mathematical meetings are ablaze with activity. My head is awhirl. Good stuff.
Before I left home, I grabbed a few assorted snacks for the road: my usual trail mix, some chocolate covered coffee beans my step-daughter bought me, some dried fruit. This pile o' food helps a lot when I get stuck in train stations. Aside from that, though, business trips are a combination of Feast and Famine.
The Famine comes about from my reluctance to pay convention center prices for bad food. $12 for a scone and coffee? Yoicks! I figure it's time to practice fasting. Grouchiness. But then there's the restaurant meals, shared with colleagues chatting about mathematics and committee work. Feasts so overwhelmingly large that if I ate that much day in and day out, I'd be a really well-rounded person, if you know what I mean.
Okay, so maybe that's a tad melodramatic. Bigger examples of hypocritical thrift come with meals someone else is paying for. That $12 scone might be more than I'd want to buy for myself, but does my employer want to buy it for me? And then there are dinners; I meet up with friends for dinner, and I realize how tempted I am to become a Big Spender when the wallet is full of Other People's Money.
I guess I'm saying I'm a miser because I really believe it's good to live on less, and to share more. Even when it's OPM. So I reverse that advertisement that Tom Bodett does. Hotels and motels: I'll turn the light off for you.