I woke up this morning and the observation drifted through my half-awake mind that, 28 days from now (to the minute), I will be in flight, headed for Boston, where I will be stuck for nine and a half hours before another flight to Keflavik, an hour and a half there, a flight to Copenhagen, a train ride to Lund, and a bus across town. Which is fine
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