Well, I'm fat and pasty. But clean. Legs bloated. Apple cranberry tea steeping in paper cup in front of me. Out the dining room window in this hotel is a 2-storey crane. Lowering. C would be tickled. This limbo is my natural state. Inbetweens. I am an obligate betweener. Always though of myself as a bridge-gapper, so here I go.

Fridays are the ultimate inbetween. Airports, hotels, repairs and rebuilds.