chase scenes serial #23
syrup-minded barristas at Coffee Break. The people were not unpleasant. It was more that they were used to a series of people who knew the ropes, and, especially at this early date, were slightly bemused by clueless greenhorns like ourselves. I have gotten distracted here. Perhaps it is the aimlessness of the project or that I have forgotten which episodes I have slipped into the streaming mess thus far. We are on our descent into the Atlanta airport and I believe, for my own benefit, I will terminate the text there. The last thing I need is to inject another ill-conceived time burglar into my daily life. I have enough projects that I am already not putting the respect and depth of thought toward. This one, although it could clearly have a manageable extent, that being the satisfactory address of all materials, thoughts, and locales that filled the seventytwo (72) hours I was out of sorts. Yet, now the, no, now our altitude has gotten low enough that I had to put away my headphones, I have to listen to babies blubber and their parents bicker and talk about their friends, and their friends televisions.‡
