Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Ninety-Three
Proceed as normal.
Tom the Turkey is hanging out by the car. He scurries away as he hears my footsteps.
Almost cold.
Pre-flight anxieties.
Should not have had all those liquids before the 2-hour drive to the airport.
Middle seat on the longest leg. The woman to my right is working in Figma. The woman on my left is watching “Vampire Diaries.” I’m trying to take notes about burnout.
Airplane coffee and Biscoff cookies.
He says something about my two phones. But my weekends are much more peaceful.
I tell her it’s been about four months since I’ve seen rain.
Humidity and cigarette smoke. Two things I don’t really ever feel or smell much these days.
