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Wild.

I was catching up on weblogs 'round the world, and I see that Colin was probably within a stone's throw of me last weekend, well, the weekend before. I should shove a GPS up my kiester and notify people if they come within beer-tipping distance.

I have kind of reached this surreal state of mind when you don't really live anyplace, and are just travelling. I'm working the "store clothes at dry cleaners and pick them up on the way back through" scheme, and feeling like the Rick Steves poster boy. Underwear, socks, a couple polo shirts, and books, and I'm ready to go. Anything I forget can be bought or stolen from those slow people who get to the baggage claim too late. Next time, sit in the front of the plane!

Gotta get back to DC for Yom Kippur, which is the only tradition I actually observe, other than the nominal kashruth of airplane food and a good falafel from a glatt place. I make up for it with shrimp wrapped in bacon on a cheeseburger, washed down with a milkshake.

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