At the Phoenix airport. It feels a little unsafe to be flying. The lyft driver was coughing. Both of us were wearing masks. Not really enjoying the experience. The airport brings back memories of traveling for work. I haven’t seen the outside of the airport much but know the inside very well.
Last night memories of Utah started to pop in my mind. But I didn’t pursue a nostalgia high. I wasn’t in the mood. The question is what do I fill my time with? The memories are emotionally charged distractions. Gives me something to think about. You have to think about something
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