I think my gate must be in the 'st paul' end of the 'minneapolis/st paul airport' as it just took longer to walk here from security than the cab ride from my house.
Got to pass under my favorite weird piece of art on my way here, the sculpture over the food court around gate C12 that shows an antelope chasing a cheetah through the brush. It would interesting all by itslef but it sits on the text "all are equal under the law".
So the message I take from this thing is 'we'll all have an equal chance to kill and eat each other'.
Anyway, I'm up and at the airport far too early and the few hours of sleep I got were full of classic work-nightmare stuff, which is pretty typical when I go on the road and I'm sure the fact that I dream about arriving in the wrong city with the wrong equipment is symptomatic of stressing about my job too much, which is to say its perfectly normal for an adult American.
Watching my tiny jet pull up to the gate. Weather in Texas looks rough, which doesn't give me lots of hope that I won't be spending the day on it.
On the road.
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