Dull Dulles

Didn't die, just felt like I was for a half-hour or so. Now, an extra-long layover (we're a half-hour ahead of schedule and waiting for the gate) and one more flight. I don't think I should subject Little Man to this kind of ordeal. Or myself, for that matter. I really love jet takeoffs, and hate everything else about flying.

(my tenth-attempt-to-send-this-stupid-email-post update: why does dulles always smell like a frito-lay factory downwind to a sulphurous hole?)

(update an hour after my first update: I give up. This boring photo of D.C. Airport may never reach the Internet, ever.)

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