Sometimes those late-night,uncontrolled ramblings in the back of my head are, I just know, the best posts I come up with. Of course, I don't rise and actually write them out. But there is the faint memory of having been really creative and articulate, at least at some point in my day.
Back here now in SFO, thinking, looking around, weighing options, remembering how lucky one is to have options at all. Chin up.
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