Glory be to Tarvold

This morning, I went to the right subway stop. Didn't get on the wrong train. Did wait for the right train. (Big Boy Badasses ride the B train.) Didn't get off at the wrong stops. Did hang around for the right stop. Got off there. Exited the catacombs through the stairs closest to my office. Immediately gathered my bearings. Walked directly to my office. Started to get my ID out when the bouncer at the door said, "I know you. You're cool. Hold on to your ID."

Also? I did this without breaking out into profuse sweating. I can actually feel dry spots of my undershirt and it's not 1pm.