It's soupy out there. Chunky frozen soup. When I walked under trees or awnings big drips of melted snow (aka water) splattered on my head. I'd neglected to bring my hat. Eventually as I approached a tree or awning, I'd ask for no drips to land on me, at least no big ones that land on top of my head and trickle down my neck or forehead under my
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Although I didn't intend to, I ended up staying up all night before my flight (that's a story for another journal entry), but I managed to leave my apartment before 4am and made it to the airport on time
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