I arrived to stormy and humid Burlington Vermont yesterday at 11:30 Eastern time, 8:30 San Diego time. I had been in flight, or in terminal since 8pm the night before. It was a bit of a mess to get to me to the airport, I kept holding off on saying my good byes for days. It seemed like a good idea to just keep scheduling time to see friends, up until a half hour before I should be checking my bags at the airport. My fuel was on 'R' ( I drive an '85 Mercedes diesel station wagon, everything in German, but I still managed to translate R into E(mpty)). So I was already late to get back to the house to pack my things up and head off to the airport, so I was really
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