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It's sort of depressing to see how much Rolex spam appears in one's inbox when one has intermittent internet access over a series of days.

I am at the airport now, the sanitizing soap smell and the waft of coffee from the leetle kiosks getting whomped by the diesel jet exhaust coming through the walkway. Our plane has just landed, and it nearly ready to be boarded and flown back to Chicago.

It's quite sunny here. I still can't wait to be back home, although I've been feeling a bit of the ol' existential angst bleeding onto my shoes. It seems like it doesn't really matter where I am, lately, any more.