Detour

These past few days have been crazy. I live in between flights, hopping from one plane to another. Every short opportunity at the hotels were used to check emails, perfecting spreadsheets, and for a short less-than-5-hours sleep before boarding for the next flight to god-knows-where.

Tiring it is, and I feel like I am losing my feet sometimes. But this makes me forget Custard and Liam. I think that should be okay.

An aching foot is 1 million times better than an aching heart.

ZA

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