March 14. King of Prussia is a ghost town. The hotel is almost empty. Room service is only available if you specifically ask for it. It’s always been the usual urban sprawl of conduit roads and giant parking lots, but almost no one comes into the office now except those who show up for my visit. The woman at the front desk sits alone behind freshly installed glass dividers with nothing to do. Even here, at the client to whom I make my only business trips at this time, there is almost nothing left worth traveling to. The hours in the meeting room in the otherwise empty building help and could not be completely replaced by video, but it would not have been worth building the building for that.