March 6, 2017:

Slouchy blonde is checking me out. She's got her knees up like shields and between chewing her nails she peeks over the top, seemingly curious.

I haven't eaten and my hands are shaky, so that I'm self-conscious clearing security. There'll be time to grab something before boarding.

Which will be delayed. There's a gate change and the new gate has no plane. Rain is coming and the world feels dark. There's a long day ahead.