I woke up unshakably committed to working from home, but my ISP decided that Internet service was for other providers, so I had to go to the office (they sent me my monthly bill during the outage). When I arrived, the fire department was responding to a call at the building next door, which in New York City means close enough that if they’re in it, you’re in it. A crew tried breaking through the wall across from my office to find the source of the intense campfire smell, but they only struck toilet paper. They left, opening up the stairwell which offered several perspectives overlooking the action. The access the firefighters needed came from sawing and smashing through the roof, bluish smoke rose once they broke through. Habemus ignem. As all this was happening, I wrote the greatest single thing I ever will on work Slack: “I should be able to get that done by EOD today, or Monday if the fire spreads.”