I wake up at dawn, I’m at the airport, I’m doing an event, I’ve got a meeting or meal, I’m crashing in another hotel room, and I wake up the next morning for another flight and do it all again. Different airport layouts do loop-di-loops in my head. Conveyor belts run past my eyes even once I’m in taxis. I dream of home!
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