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[tylik]

Airports are so strange, being between places without really being places. Two and a half hours down, an hour to go until boarding. Highlights have included find not-terrible food and talking to a couple of seminary instructors from Michigan, en route to Iceland. Though the members of a female rugby team who made frequent references to "med students on ice" must count for something.

Mph. More stretching, more reading. Were I on the west coast I'd probably try to find a quiet corner and do some forms work (back isn't thrilled with having slept on the plane) but it doesn't quite seem to be the thing here.